One of mankind's most basic, most important institutions is marriage.
Yet today, at least in the United States, matrimony is crisis-ridden at best, seemingly in a state of near-collapse at worst. The malaise chiefly affects couples in their late twenties and early thirties, products of the post-World War II baby boom, growing up during the Korean War and the dozen years of involvement in Vietnam, their disintegrating relationships a reflection of unstable times.
THE NO TELL MOTEL WIFE is the story of one couple, Cynthia and Robert Kinsley, who are young, attractive and successful to all outward appearances, yet are unable to communicate at the most basic level. As a result, Cynthia is driven to seek a false kind of love in the arms of strangers, degrading herself and yet reveling in that very degradation, straining her tenuous marital relationship to the breaking point.
Cynthia and Robert -- products of an uncaring society, and portrayals of an affliction that plagues many American marriages.
The Publisher
Chapter One
When the storm burst, sending blinding flurries of snow cascading downward, Cynthia was trying to drive home from yet another visit to the resale shops in a nearby town. The back seat was loaded with bags of odds and ends, things she would probably store in the attic with other such purchases. And, as usual, her husband Robert wouldn't care, or even notice. Once he had married her and gotten settled in her family's business, the attention he paid to her slackened off considerably. His disinterest had finally forced her to go on day-long trips to seek out enjoyment by spending money on whatever caught her eye.
She could see that she wouldn't get far in such awful weather, so she pulled into the parking lot of a small motel. She took her purse and fought her way the short distance to the motel's lobby, grateful for a haven from the freezing cold.
"You might be here awhile," the man behind the desk said. "Just heard on the radio that there might be two feet of snow before morning. No luggage, huh? Guess that means you weren't looking for a room."
He smiled as she walked closer, brushing the snow from her coat. The man was handsome. Black hair, brown eyes. Tall and broad shouldered. If she hadn't been married, she would have flirted with him. Robert would hardly ever fuck her, much less talk sexy to her. Not even her purchases could relieve that problem.
"I wasn't planning on staying," she agreed, returning the smile faintly. "After what you told me, though, I suppose I will need a room."
"First or second floor?" he asked, turning the ledger toward her.
"It doesn't matter," she muttered as she signed in. "Anything will do."
Damn Robert and his screwing around. If he wasn't always so busy with the company and other women, she would be home now, safe and warm. Instead, she was going to have to stay in a strange place, sleep in a strange bed, and pay to do it.
She dug into her purse for some money. Silently she handed over payment for one night. If she had to stay longer, she would put it on her charge card.
"How about 103?" the man inquired as he selected a key. "Towards the back and near the kitchen. Since there'll probably only be the four of us here, it'll be easier on all of us."
"Four?" she questioned, frowning.
"Me and my cousins. I'm Alan. You'll meet Lloyd and Perry later. Lloyd does the cooking and Perry's the handyman. I handle the business end."
He put out his hand and she shook hands with him. God, he had beautiful brown eyes. So deep and penetrating. Why the hell had she let Robert make her fall in love with him when a stud like Alan was around? Thinking of her two-timing husband, she decided she had better call to let him know where she was. While he wouldn't be worried, she thought it would only be proper.
"Could I use your phone?" she asked. "To make a local call."
"Sure," he said.
He set the phone closer to her and she lifted the receiver. There was no dial tone, or even static.
"It's dead," she sighed, hanging up. "Oh, well. I can try again later. Why don't you show me to my room?"
When he grinned, she felt a tingle in the pit of her stomach. It had been a long time since Robert had been able to get her hot by looking at her. Too long.
She followed him closely. His ass was taut and firm, his thighs muscular. Dammit, he looked good. Better than any man she had seen recently.
It startled her to realize that she hadn't really been looking at men since she had met and married Robert. It was as though her eyes had been closed for months, especially since she had seen her husband at lunch with a blonde who had been too friendly with him to be anything but his lover. And that had been less than six months after their wedding. Now, however, her eyes were wide open and full of hunger for the man walking in front of her.
"See?" he said as they came to a door. "Nice and secluded. Want me to show you the view, Mrs. Kinsley?"
"Cynthia," she corrected, blushing at his confused expression. "Uh, well, we are going to be under -- unusual circumstances, aren't we?"
She handed him the key and he let them into the room. The snow hid everything beyond the windows. His eyes traveled over her slim figure, and she felt proud of the way he kept staring. She removed her hat and coat, then fluffed her long brown hair, shaking it to get rid of any flakes of snow. Alan studied her, making no move to leave. Her cunt began to itch. She didn't want him to go. As wrong as it seemed to be, she was aching for the man to fuck her. She sat on the bed, looking into his eyes, trying to decide how best to voice her desire and not seem too forward.
"Do you think your cousins would miss you if you -- stayed to talk?" she murmured.
"No," he replied. "What do you want to talk about?"
When he sat next to her, she reached out timidly and put her hand on his leg. She was afraid to say anything, but lust made her find her voice.
"About what you might do if I told you -- I like you. A lot."
Alan began caressing the back of her neck, sending sparkling chills down her spine.
"I'd say that I like you, too, Cynthia. A hell of a lot."
Blushing, she cased her hand toward his crotch. She found his bulging cock and gently squeezed it.
"I'm married, you know," she revealed. "Not happily, I'm afraid. Robert acts like -- I'm not there." She paused, then said, "You seem to know I'm here, Alan. The question is, would you like to prove you want to be here with me?"
With a growl, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Cynthia was somewhat surprised by his eagerness, having been intimate only with Robert, and that was a lackluster relationship. Alan was a different breed of man altogether, and that realization made her pussy get hot and wet. She got even hornier when he slid his hands under her shirt to fondle her naked back.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" the man snarled lustfully. "Tell me, baby. Tell me you want my cock up your cunt."
"Yes!" she moaned breathlessly. "Oh, please, Alan! Do it to me!"
His fingers all but ripped the buttons loose on her shirt, making her almost drunk with rising passion. When he started pinching her nipples, she quivered anxiously.
"Do it to you?" he scoffed, chuckling. "If you want me to fuck you, honey, you gotta say what you want."
"I can't," she groaned. "Oh, God, Alan! That feels sooo good!"
He mauled her pert tits, rolling them under his strong hands. She was getting hotter by the second, just from his bold caresses.
"I'm waiting, baby," the man said. "Ask me for my prick."
"Oh, Alan," she moaned. "Please don't be that way. Isn't it enough that I want you?"
"No," he stated simply. "You want it, honey you gotta ask for it."
She wriggled her hips as he undid her slacks and slid them off, leaving her clad in a filmy pair of panties. Although he was nearly naked, she felt no embarrassment whatsoever, too horny to wait for the man to put his prick in her pussy.
"I can't stand it!" she whimpered. "Put it in me! Now!"
He was stripping quickly, naked in moments. She caught hold of his swollen prick, thrilled by its size and heat. Never having been brave enough to touch her husband's cock, she couldn't resist taking hold of the big cock and clutching it. Lying next to her, he stroked her cuntal mound, then groped under the thin material to slip a finger into her moist cunthole.
"Yeah," he grunted. "You want my cock, all right. But it turns me on to hear a girl ask me to fuck her, if she uses the right words. So do it."
That gouging finger was making her squirm. She could just imagine how wonderful it would feel to have his cock up there, instead. Since the only way to get it would be to do as he asked, she gave in.
"All right," she relented. "Please -- fuck me!"
He grinned, adding another finger to the one in her pussyhole, screwing her with them, making her hornier.
"How?" he demanded. "With what? Where?"
"Good and hard!" she panted, her inhibitions fleeing. "With -- your cock! In my-my pussy!"
Peeling the dainty panties from her writhing hips, he rose up over her. Once she was totally naked, he shoved her legs apart, thrusting his cockmeat up her cunt in one powerful lunge. Cynthia gasped at his haste, putting her hands to his chest to ward him off. Just as quickly, she changed her mind, pulling him down to her in abandon and acceptance.
His lips possessed hers while his mighty cock drove in and out of her leaking pussy with strength and speed. She was getting fucked. Goddammit to her she was really getting fucked. Robert had come close to doing it like this a couple of times, but had backed off from following through. Alan was not only not backing off, he was charging, capturing her with his cock and mouth. It was nearly like being a virgin all over again.
He nibbled her ear, his cock slamming repeatedly into her cuntal sheath. She kit dazed by the ardent screwing he was giving her, not knowing quite how to react to the wild encounter.
"Well?" he asked. "Do you like the way I fuck you? Tell me, Cynthia. And say it right."
"I love the way you're fucking me!" she replied. "It's like nothing I've ever had before."
"Oh? Don't you and your husband fuck?" He had paused in the wonderful screw, looking into her hazel eyes. It was evident he wouldn't continue until she answered him.
"Not like this," she purred.
Once more, he was jarring her with his cock. She ran her hands over his shoulders, clasping his cock with her cuntal muscles. The more he rammed her, the more she wanted. She couldn't get enough of that large prick. It heated her pussy until she burned all over. She sought the man's mouth, needing to kiss him while he fucked her. Whimpering, she put her tongue between his lips, trying to show him how eager she was for the wild fucking he had introduced her to.
Her kiss seemed to make him more horny. His asscheeks flexed up and down, pistoning his cockmeat into her syrupy pussy. His tongue wrestled with hers, while his hands found her tits and massaged them harshly. And the more he did to her, the more she wanted from him.
Keeping the kiss sultry and deep, Cynthia moved her hands down Alan's back until she could take hold of his churning asscheeks. Clutching the taut mounds, she pushed and shoved, directing him to lunge more strongly at her own thrusting hips. She wanted that cock in her farther, wanted it to rip the holy hell out of her pussy. She needed to have it, wouldn't be satisfied until she did.
While she struggled beneath him, he brought her legs up, bending them back, over her tits. He held his cockhead just inside her cunthole, a knowing grin on his face.
She squealed in shock when he plunged his large cock into her upturned pussy. He was hitting bottom with that big prick, fucking the shit out of her pussy. It was beautiful, exciting. Her orgasm swept down on her, as if out of nowhere.
"Oh, Alan!" she cried. "I'm gonna cum! I-I -- eeeaaaahhh!"
Thrashing about, she suffered the exquisite torture flowing through her. Robert had never made her cum so strongly, so well it had taken a stranger with a piledriving cock to do it, and she was certainly glad he had.
"Enough?" Alan grunted. "Or would you like to cum some more?"
"More?" she panted, puzzled by the question. "How?"
"You mean, you've never cum more than once?" he demanded.
"I -- we -- wanted to," she revealed bashfully. "Robert always shoots off too soon."
Alan frowned at her. "Poor baby. Here. Let me show you how nice it can be to cum and cum and cum."
After he let her legs down, he played with her tits while he kept screwing her slowly. Her nipples were aching, they were so aroused. Her asscheeks were beginning to undulate, begging him to go ahead and shaft her. She was ready tort going, to be pounded solidly with his proud prick.
But he wouldn't increase the speed or depth. He held back, looking down at her with a questioning expression. As she continued to squirm in desperation, he just kept staring, as though waiting for something. With a start, she realized what he wanted.
"Fuck me, Alan!" she begged. "Stop playing with my pussy and fuck it!"
A triumphant grin crossed his face as he began to do as she asked, his cock once more beginning to severely attack her cunt.
"Hey, you learn fast," he praised. "Okay, baby. Hard and deep is what you're gonna get."
Once he positioned her bent legs over her tits, he fulfilled his promise immediately, rocking her as potently as he had before with his jolting strokes. His jackhammering cock seemed tireless, able to fuck her forever. Although she knew he would at some point have to cum, she was taken by the thought of being endlessly fucked. It made her pussy that much more wet, that much hotter. God, to have a cock like Alan's fucking her forever. The idea brought on her second climax, in a hurry.
"Aaarrggghhh!" she cried in passionate release.
Clawing at Alan's shoulders, her cunt spasming around the big cock and milking it, Cynthia fell willing victim to her orgasm. She tried to draw the prick deeper inside her, to get more pleasure from it, and shuddered in a mixture of relief and regret as she felt him begin to spurt.
"Dammit!" the man snarled. "Shit, babe, I tried to wait. Honest."
"It's okay," she mewled. "Maybe-maybe next time we can make it last longer."
"Next time, huh?" he muttered, easing off her sweltering body. "You mean, tonight?"
"Unless you've got other plans," she said, painting at the windows. "It's still snowing out there. So would you rather be building snowmen, or fucking me?"
"Fucking you, you hot-assed bitch," he growled. "You wait right here, and I'll be back later to satisfy your pussy."
Chapter Two
Since she had only one change of clothes, Cynthia decided that she should bathe before putting them back on. The sheet needed changing, she noticed as she got up. A large wet spot was on it, and it smelled of cum.
Hastily, she drew the sheet up to hide it. Should one of Alan's cousins come in, she wouldn't want him to know what had gone on. Once she had concealed the evidence of the thrilling fuck, she went into the bathroom and prepared to take a shower.
There was plenty of hot water, enough so she could enjoy herself. As her soapy hands washed away the traces of her delightful fuck with Alan, it was as though she could still feel his body next to hers, holding her, touching her. Even her cunt remembered the feel of his hard prick, plunging, attacking.
Moaning, she leaned back against the wall, letting the stinging spray invigorate her naked body. Her hand sought her tender pussylips, her fingers parting the soft folds. With the experience that countless frigging sessions had provided her with, she teased herself into a heightened state of need.
As she slid her fingers around in her juicy pussy, she could only think of Alan and his cock, his nice prick, and how well it could satisfy her.
She licked her lips, using her free hand to sensuously fondle her tits. Her nipples were stiff, throbbing. Her clit was pulsating, begging. She needed to cum, and cum bad.
There was a knock at the bathroom door. Thinking it was Alan, back for another round of hot sex, she turned off the water and opened the shower curtain. He couldn't have dropped by at a better time. Her fingers had primed her cunt so well that a cock would be most welcomed.
"Come in," she called.
Her eagerness turned to embarrassment as she saw a redheaded man enter. Blushing, she covered her tits and cunt with her hands, too stunned to speak. The intruder ogled her nakedness, his bright eyes, as dark and piercing as Alan's, covering every inch of her.
"Guess you weren't expecting me," he said quietly. "I'm Lloyd. Alan said he told you about me, and Perry. But be sure as hell didn't tell me enough about you. Damn, baby, are you one pretty girl!"
Some of her lust was returning, due in large part to the man's sexy good looks. Her pussy still needed attention, and didn't care how it got it. If she worked things right, maybe Lloyd would help her out.
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked.
"I know so," he replied. "I brought your dinner. Nothing fancy. Shit, compared to you, the meal looks like slop."
Slowly, she began to uncover her tits and pussy, and he wasn't missing one movement. His eyes glowed like smoldering coals when she stood totally exposed before him. Knowing he wasn't going to turn her down, she took a towel from the rack and dried off to get ready for him.
"Will it keep?" she questioned softly. "For, say, half an hour, at least?"
"At least," Lloyd agreed huskily.
He was at her in two strides, yanking the towel away. Tossing it down, he grinned.
"Wet or dry, it doesn't matter to me," he informed her. "Just tell me where you want it."
Seeking out his cock, she gazed up into his eyes. The size and heat of his turgid prick caused her to gasp.
"Take me to bed," she pleaded. "Ohhh, you're big. Just like..."
She caught herself in time, but Lloyd began to chuckle. While she stood frozen, the man began tweaking her nipples with his strong fingers.
"Just like, Alan?" he asked. "Don't worry. I figured he'd fucked you. I can usually tell when he's gotten a hot bitch. Are you, honey? A hot bitch?"
He drew her against him and she couldn't help rubbing her pussy on his straining cock.
"Why don't you take me to bed and find out?" she challenged. "And do you like for a girl to ask you to fuck her, the way your cousin does?"
"Babe, any man would like to be asked," he answered, grinning. "So ask."
"Would you fuck me, Lloyd?" she pleaded sexily. "Would you like to put your cock in my cunt and fuck me?"
"I'll fuck you, honey," he growled. "I'll have your pussy smoking, it'll be so hot!"
He bent and picked her up in his arms, then carried her to the bed. After he put her down, he stood up and swept his eyes over her.
"Let me see your pussy, babe," he said. "Spread your legs and let me look at what you've got for me."
Slowly, taunting him, she moved her legs apart, reaching at first to conceal then reveal her pink cuntlips to his eager gaze. With her fingers, she pulled her outer pussylips back, so that he could see how wet her cunt was. She began to tickle her clit for his benefit. And hers.
He almost tore his clothes off, keeping his eyes on her moving fingers. He was so impatient, he was breathing hard.
As he got on the bed and crouched between her legs, he ducked his head and began licking her sweltering cunt. Gasping in shock, the girl pushed at his head.
"What are you doing?" she cried. "You can't do that!"
Lloyd wouldn't listen to her objections, and she was beginning to be glad he wouldn't. His tongue was slithering all over her cunt, doing things to her slimy slit that couldn't be compared to anything else she had ever experienced.
What the redhead was doing had her whole body vibrating, bringing her toward orgasm with the speed of a jet.
She clutched at the man's curly hair, beyond caring what he was doing to her. It felt good, wonderful, and he was soon going to bring her off. As he poked at her clit with the tip of his tongue, she began fucking up at his face.
He tongue-fucked her cunthole, making her all the more ready to cum. Her asscheeks were undulating wildly, signaling her need. When he took her clit between his lips, it was all she needed to make her cum, and she voiced her pleasure, her cry rattling the windows.
Lurching, thrusting her hips up and down in rapture, Cynthia made sounds of ecstasy. It was a shattering climax, only lacking a hard cock up her pussy to make it complete. As her orgasm began to fade, she knew she had to have him fuck her to a cum, that she had to have his prick ramming her cunt.
"Fuck me!" she panted. "Please, Lloyd! I need your cock!"
He climbed up and shoved his ready cock into her fuckhole. Lustfully, she arched her back, seeking even deeper penetration. His cock was just as filling as Alan's had been, just as pleasing to her greedy pussy. Feeling that stiff cock inside her was thrilling, and she writhed beneath the man as he kept pile driving his prick into her twisting body.
"I love it!" she exclaimed, groaning. "I love getting fucked by your prick! Do it more! Fuck me harder!"
Smiling, he gave her what she wanted. Plunging deeper. Faster. Bruising her with his cockmeat. Clinging to his shoulders, she took the savage screwing, and tried to fuck him back just as wildly. His cock was scorching her, adding to the heat in her cunt. She felt herself steaming, beginning to sweat, even though the room was almost cool. She was crazed by the man's prick, lost in a hazy lust-filled void that only a scintillating cum could satisfy.
It wouldn't be long now. Not with that ramrod tearing into her cunt. She wasn't breathing, she was gasping, fighting to climax, and not caring about anything else. The only thing that mattered was cuming, getting off, and she had to do it or go completely mad.
Her screech was cut off by Lloyd's mouth, his tongue writhing against hers as he kept fucking her spasming cunt. Too lost in her orgasm to notice the taste of her pussy on his mouth, she returned the kiss, savoring the explosion careening through her.
Once she settled down and became aware of what was happening, she began to squeal. Struggling with the strong man, she tried to free her mouth from his. The flavor of her juice was pungent, heady, and something about it bothered her. She wanted to escape from the awful kiss before it was too late.
But Lloyd held her prisoner with his lips and arms. His cock lunged to the balls up her pussyhole, he lay quietly on top of her and kissed her at his leisure. Cynthia had never felt so humiliated, so vulnerable. The man was using her in a vile fashion, and she didn't appreciate it.
Slowly, he began moving his cockmeat. In a little. Out a little. Back and forth, creating an irritating friction that was both pleasing and exciting. The girl was being made to turn on again, being forced in the best way possible to want that cock inside her. And to want to be kissed, no matter what was on her lover's mouth.
Moaning deeply, she surrendered herself to the man. He had her where he wanted her, and was enjoying his victory. Growling, snarling like an animal, Lloyd possessed her inflamed body. His tongue slithered in her mouth, probing almost to her tonsils. His hands were working on her tits, cawing them to throb. And his prick. God, his prick! Filling her cunt again and again. Ramming. Pounding. Relentless in its attack.
Her pussy was dripping. She could feel the juice on her asscheeks and his balls. Slurping noises punctuated each stab of his beautiful cock. She was hot. Turned on. Fucking-assed ready and willing to be screwed.
Lloyd doubled his efforts, slamming his cockmeat so savagely into her cunthole that she grunted each time his balls slapped her ass. He was rapidly pushing her toward yet another orgasm, sending her closer and closer to the gloriously dreaded chasm. She wanted to wait, to hold back. Not yet. Please, not yet. She needed to keep feeling that build-up of pressure, that pounding that was more fierce than her heartbeat.
But the man's sturdy cock was persuasive, giving her cunt a chance to calm down. It kept coaxing her onward, nearer, feeding the lust that threatened to consume her. She wanted to be consumed. Damnit, she wanted to cum.
Cynthia began fucking more wildly, her pussy snapping at the prick impaling it. If she was going to cum, then she would make certain that it was one hell of a cum. Nothing held back. No limits or boundaries to hold her in. She would cum as she never had before.
She wrapped her legs around Lloyd's ass and clung to his arms with her hands. She licked his lips and tongue, nipping at him. Her body was alive, every inch of it, alive and vibrating to every lunge that the man made.
Raking him with her nails, she climaxed. To her delight, he, too, began to cum, and the feel of his bursting cock, the thick spray of jizz, made her love it all the more.
For a few moments, they lurched and groaned, drawing out their separate orgasms and enjoying what they had done to each other. Then they became still, their shared kiss now a lingering reminder of their thrilling interlude. While their tongues played against each other, the man's cock returned to its limp state, slipping from her cunthole of its own accord.
"Damn, you can fuck good!" Lloyd murmured. "You might be stuck here a couple of days, due to the weather. Think you'd like my cock in you again while you're here?"
She caught his face between her hands, looking at his charming freckles as she tried to regain her normal breathing pattern. His suggestion appealed to her more than she could express.
"You can fuck me anytime you want to," she promised softly. "Uh, but you and Alan should get together about who'll be with me when. He said he'd come back later, for more." She smiled. "You're almost too cute to be handsome, lover. But your cock is sure how it's supposed to be. Hard and satisfying."
Chuckling, he moved to lie beside her. He lightly stroked her nipples, making them swell. In response, she turned to face him and took his shriveled prick in her hand.
"Great," he grunted. "I will talk to Alan." He grinned brightly. "So you think I'm cute, huh?"
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being cute," she told him. "Especially not when there's a cock like this that goes with it. In fact, your kind of cute arouses me. As does Alan's kind of handsome. The main thing is, you both know how to make a girl feel good." She winced. "Lloyd? If you hadn't thought I would let you fuck me, would I have looked attractive to you? Even a little?"
"Shit, yeah," he replied, smiling.
"Really?" she questioned in amazement. "You mean, you don't find a girl, well, repugnant if she doesn't want to fuck you?"
"Are you saying that if Alan and I hadn't..."
"No, of course not," she cut in, anticipating his argument. "My pussy got tingly, just looking at you two. I just thought it was different for a man. It seems to be that way for my husband, and I let him screw me whenever he wants to. I just thought -- I don't know. That maybe I'm not pretty enough."
"Don't be silly, Cynthia," Lloyd stated strongly. "You're one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. As for your husband, he must be stupid if he doesn't enjoy fucking you. Any guy who didn't want to fill your cunt with cockmeat would have to be nuts. Or else there's something going on between you and your husband that maybe you haven't seen yet."
She rolled onto her back again, thinking about that. But the man's fingers probed into her cunt, frigging her gently, distracting her. Her hips began to wiggle.
"Well, he does seem to prefer other women," she muttered.
"In that case, he's a bastard," Lloyd said. "Do you love him?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Have you told him?" he asked. "Showed him?"
She bit her lip, shrugged. "I don't know how. Not really. I was a virgin when I got married. Robert seemed happy about that, but soon he lost interest."
"Oh," he sighed, frowning. "Tell me something, honey. Does he ever make you cum?"
Blushing, she said, "Sometimes. Not the way you and Alan did, though. It's more accidental with Robert. He doesn't do anything to, uh, get me hot."
When he took his fingers from her cunt, she pouted but didn't say anything. She felt she had already said too much. What would she do if her complaints made the redhead decide he didn't want to fuck her again?
"Don't worry, babe," he soothed. "I'll help you out. One way or another."
His willingness to come to her aid puzzled her. She stared at him in confusion as he got off the bed and began to dress.
"How can you help?" she finally asked. "It seems so hopeless."
"By the time you leave here, honey, you'll have all the ammunition you need to straighten your husband out," he promised. "And we'll both enjoy the lessons."
With a wink, he squeezed hr hand, and left.
Chapter Three
Cynthia came awake slowly, feeling herself being kissed and fondled. Masculine hands were rubbing her tits, helping her desires to rise. Without opening her eyes, not caring if it was Alan or Lloyd who was with her, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him feverishly, ready for whatever thrills he had in store for her.
Fingers slid into her cunt, and she spread her legs to give them room to work their magic. In seconds, the juice from her cunt was flowing, slicking down the searching fingers that were delighting her so well. She flexed her asscheeks, fucking at the man's hand. She wanted him.
"Fuck me!" she panted. "I have to have your cock in my cunt! Oh, please, fuck me!"
To her relief, the man got into place over her writhing body. She felt his cockhead probing for her pussyhole, then begin to spread her wide open.
But something was wrong. The prick going up her cunt felt huge, almost splitting. She froze in awe, then began to struggle to avoid the massive object.
"What are you doing?" she cried in panic. "What are you trying to put in me?"
"My prick," the man said.
Only it wasn't Alan's voice. Or Lloyd's. Her eyes sprang open as she realized a stranger was with her, that an unknown man was putting his cock into her juicing cunthole. In the dim light from a nearby lamp, she could see him fairly well. He had sandy blond hair and dark eyes. And a huge prick.
"You're -- Perry, aren't you?" she whispered in shock.
"Yeah, baby," he replied soothingly. "I heard my cousins talking about your problem with your husband, so I volunteered to help out. They said you like to fuck, and we thought that my cock might suit you fine."
When he pushed his cock a bit deeper, she tensed and shrieked, shuddering under the terrific pressure in her cunthole.
"But you're too big!" she managed to scream. "You'll rip me with that club! Please take it out!"
"And let you miss the best fuck you'll ever have?" He snorted and shook his head. "No, babe. You're gonna get fucked. Just like you asked."
His mouth closed over hers, sealing off her protest. Now she became more frightened. He was strong, purposeful, pushing his monstrous prick deeper into her quaking cunt with each passing second. He wouldn't quit until he had his fill of her tight pussy, no matter what the fucking might do to her.
Knowing she was trapped, the girl lay tensed, trembling. The man fucking her was moving his cock slowly, inching it up her cunthole despite her efforts to stop him. He wasn't listening to her plaintive whining, wasn't concerned about her struggling. He just kept forcing his cock deeper, deeper, gradually stretching her snug fuckhole as his prick burrowed farther in.
She couldn't believe the size of his prick, how any cock could be so gigantic, or could burrow into her so far. Just when she thought he would kill her with his monster cock, he began to pull back. Just as slowly and carefully as he had pushed it into her. Then he forced it in again. Then he drew it out again. Never ramming her. Not showing her how powerfully he could fuck her. Just taking his time to let her adjust to his mighty prick.
At last, Cynthia began to relax. She quit whimpering and pushing at Perry. She let her cuntal muscles go slack, to give the invading prick more room. Cautiously, she moved under him, rolling her hips, testing to see whether he would really hurt her if he fucked her harder.
He broke the kiss, looking down at her with a knowing grin. Now that she was less fearful of him, she could see that he was as handsome as his cousins.
"Got you interested, didn't I?" he murmured.
"I've never had anything so huge in me," she replied timidly. "Your cousins didn't mind that you wanted to fuck me? Won't you get my cunt out of shape with that big cock?"
"Only for a while," he answered softly. "Don't worry, babe. Your cunt's ready for me now. It's wet and hot, wanting to fuck. I'll go easy on you, though. If you want it deeper or faster, I can do it. But only if you ask for it."
He flexed his cock inside her, making her gasp at the way it seemed to want to tear into her pussy. She was thankful that he wasn't planning to fuck the shit out of her like Alan and Lloyd had. Her cunt couldn't take it.
Nervously, she stammered, "I-I don't feel your-your -- you know."
"Balls?" he suggested.
"Yes. Your balls." After a moment, she asked, "Are you in me to the balls or not?"
"Not," he responded quietly. "You shouldn't be scared of me, honey. Haven't I proven that to you yet?"
Realizing that she had tensed up again and was clutching at his shoulders, she made a conscious effort to relax.
He gently kissed her, and even more gently played his prick in her cunthole, assuring her with his actions that she was the one in control of how much of his giant cock she would get.
When his lips met hers, Cynthia swirled her tongue into his mouth, while his huge prick bored in and out of her cunny. Her slimy juice was running down the crack of her ass, making a wet spot under her.
She kissed him voraciously, to keep herself from asking him to fuck her soundly. She knew her pussy wouldn't be able to take it, that the tender sheath would be split apart. Yet if she didn't get more of that wonderful cock, she wouldn't be able to cum the way she wanted to. "Could you fuck me a little harder?" she pleaded at last. "And maybe a little deeper?"
"You want it all," he said. "I'm not sure, but I think you could take it. You're so wet now, my cock's sliding around like it's been greased. If you'd like to try it, babe, we could. I'd quit if it was too rough on you. I want you to have as much fun as I'm having."
The increased force of his thrusts made his offer quite tempting. His massive prick sliced into her sopping cunt, causing her ass to undulate as she tried to drag more of that huge cock into her pussyhole.
He nudged his big cock more fully into her fuckhole, spearing her wonderfully. If that was the rest of his prick, why had he been so concerned for her? Then she realized that she didn't feel his balls on her ass, that he hadn't been merely teasing her about how much cock he had to offer.
"There's more, isn't there?" she asked curiously. "How much more, Perry? Tell me."
Instead, he caught her hand and made her feel the base of his shaft. It was fat, stiff, and hot. She recoiled in horror as she realized that there were three or more inches to go between her cunt and his hairy balls.
"Oh, God!" she couldn't help shrieking.
"Dammit, Cynthia," he snapped, "I haven't killed a girl yet with my cock, and I don't intend for you to be the first. Like I told you before, it's your choice. I'd kind of like to ram it to you, but I won't unless it's what you want." He gave her a chance to reply, but she didn't. "Feel it, honey? Feel it rubbing you inside? Can you tell how easy it moves? How wet you are?"
He increased his speed, but not the depth. What he was doing had her juicing even more, almost ready to surrender.
"See?" he murmured. "I can fuck you without driving it all the way in. But the way your ass is working, you want it. To the balls. Don't you, baby?"
"Maybe -- another inch," she agreed hesitantly. "God, you're deep. I'm packed with your cock."
She sucked in her breath, awed by how overpowering his prick felt as he followed her wishes. While she tried to accommodate his cock, her lover rubbed his lips over hers. His hands mauled her tits as he fucked her with measured strokes.
Her cunt was getting sloppier with each stroke. She shuddered as the bulbous cockhead plunged deeper, feeling an orgasmic wave begin to churn in her guts. Somehow, she knew that all it would take to bring off her climax full force, would be to have that prick shoved all the way inside her.
"You're quivering, honey," the man observed. "Want me to pull back?"
"Oh, God, no!" she cried, flailing her head. "Shove it in, lover! The whole thing! If I don't get that cock in me all the way, I'm gonna scream!"
"Okay, babe," he mumbled. "Here it is." Even as hot as she was, she was unprepared for the way that huge prick sliced through her. Shrieking, she lunged about beneath him, fighting to get away. Clutching at his upper arms, she tried to escape. He was going to kill her with that cock!
But as he continued to fuck her powerfully, slamming his cockmeat repeatedly into her ravaged slit, her cries took on a new note, deepening, becoming sounds of rapture. When she heard them, she realized how close she was to an orgasm, how thoroughly she was getting fucked. In moments, she came, convulsing with the strength of her climax.
Mindlessly, she fucked the man, seeking to rip herself in half with his gargantuan cock. She had to have more of it, feeling it torturing her sweet pussy, having it ram the cum right out of her. Although Perry was trying to hold her down, she planted her feet flat on the bed so that she could shove her cunt even higher. She wasn't going to let anything deny her access to that satisfying prick.
Once he pushed up onto his hands, he lunged, piledriving his prick up her pussyhole. Knocked flat by the blow, Cynthia felt the room spin. Forced to lie there and take the fucking, she was engulfed by tremors as the man assailed her tender pussy with his mammoth prick. She was cumming. Each time that huge cock plowed into her, she came. Yowling like a female cat, she flung her head, tearing at the sheet. She was being fucked to pieces and she loved it!
Grunting and straining, the man repeatedly bulldozed his majestic prick into her agonized pussy, not giving her any chance to catch her breath between strokes. His heavy balls slapped her asscheeks each time, proving to her that she was getting fucked by his whole cock, and was living through it.
"I'm gonna shoot, babe," he grunted after what seemed to be hours. "Take it, bitch! Right up your pussy!"
He shoved all the way in and his thick spunk began to squirt out. For a moment, the girl lay there in shock, quivering from head to toe. And then she climaxed powerfully.
She pushed up at him, her cuntal muscles milking his giant cock. Ravenously she brought his head down to hers, kissing him hotly as his prick finally stopped twitching. He lay still on top of her, licking at her mouth as they recovered from the intense fuck.
"Holy shit!" Perry gasped in exhaustion. "Do you know how much cock you had in you, babe?"
"No," she panted, also worn out. "How much?"
"Close to a foot," he told her, grinning.
"I couldn't have!" she cried, staring at him wide-eyed.
"Yeah," he stated huskily. "I thought that would surprise you. What surprised me was, you were able to take it. You were the first girl to be able to hold it all."
"Oh," she said. "Well, did you like having it in a girl to the balls for once?"
"You tell me," he murmured.
Kissing her, his tongue probing against hers, his mouth possessed hers with a hunger she readily answered. Her cuntal muscles worked on the man's spent cock, her ass rotating to help force some friction against her clit. Perry's limp cock felt nice inside her, warm and soft.
As she writhed beneath her lover, she came once more, a sweet climax that gently forced the man's prick from her spasming fuckhole. Once his cock was free of her greedy cunt, he smiled down at her. She smiled, too, enjoying the pleasant aftermath of their wild fuck.
"Can't get enough, can you?" he asked quietly.
"I'd fuck you again, if you were ready," she revealed. "Uh, do you know if either of your cousins will be by anytime soon?"
"Tell you what," he suggested. "I can go find my cousins and let them know you'd like some company."
"Cock," she stated firmly. "Lots of cock."
"Lots of cock," he repeated. "Since it's not too late, I might be back for another fuck later, myself. Don't want them having all the fun."
"That wouldn't do," she agreed.
He was heading for the door when a question occurred to her, one that couldn't wait.
"Oh, Perry?"
"Yeah, honey?"
"Do you know how long the snow will keep us closed in?" she inquired carefully.
"Long enough, baby," he murmured, then let himself out.
Cynthia giggled quietly, sitting up to hug her knees. She was thrilled and somewhat amazed by the events of the previous few hours. She had been fucked by three men, all of them wonderful to look at and even better than wonderful in bed. Her cunt tingled excitedly as a new thought occurred to her. If they could fuck her that much and that well in such a short time, how much could they fuck her over a couple of days?
The possibility of having her cunt get raw from screwing the three studs made her turn on again. Although her cunt throbbed from the recent screwing that Perry's gigantic cock had given her, she wanted more. She wanted to drain the three cousins' balls dry before she had to leave. And she wanted to cum, too. As much and as often as they could make her.
There was a knock at her door. Before she could respond, Lloyd entered, followed by Alan. Seeing both men together made her feel peculiar, especially since the cousins were staring at her naked body in open desire.
"Uh, you're making me uncomfortable," she told them. "I didn't expect more than one of you at a time."
"Perry said you were horny," Alan explained. "Well, babe, you won't be in need for long. We're gonna see to that right now."
Chapter Four
Cynthia hugged herself tighter, both intrigued and embarrassed to have two men getting ready to fuck her. She wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say. Watching them undress, revealing their muscular bodies to her, was a spellbinding event. It was only once they began to walk toward the bed, their hard cocks bobbing anxiously, that she found her voice.
"Perry said his prick would leave my pussy stretched for a while," she murmured. "Uh, how will you be able to wait until it fits right again?"
"We won't," Lloyd said with a grin. "You remember what I told you about helping you out?"
"Sure," she replied, puzzled. "Why?"
They flanked her, one sitting on either side. Their hands searching out her round tits and began to fondle her.
"It's time for a couple of lessons," Lloyd replied. "Think you're ready?"
"Keep feeling me up, and I'll be more than ready," she purred. "Only I don't know how you guys can do anything with my pussy yet, as loose as it feels. Here. See for yourself."
She stretched her legs out and spread them so that they could have access to her cunt. Although both men did reach down to finger her, it wasn't with any enthusiasm.
"What we had in mind was something besides usual screwing," Alan muttered sexily. "Things your husband might like to do with you. Of course, we'll be more than happy to show you how they're done."
"I can tell," she replied. "Your cocks are so big and hard. But my cunt's all out of shape. So what are we going to do about that?"
"We'd rather just go ahead and start, rather than tell you," Lloyd said. "First, you'll need to get on your hands and knees, babe. Facing me."
She got into the position he described and smiled at Lloyd. "This is weird, lover. What do you two have planned?"
"You'll find out," Alan murmured from behind her.
He had begun frigging her cunthole, despite what he had said. Her asscheeks started to wiggle to the rhythm of his touch. If the men wanted to finger her to a cum, that would be just fine with her. It would make her more than ready to fuck them later, when her pussy was back to normal.
"I've got news for you," she moaned. "A lot of that juice is mine. Your cousin had me sooo horny. That big cock of his was a real pussy pleaser. God, that feels good, Alan. I love to have my cunt frigged."
"Or licked," Lloyd said with a laugh. "You know, that works both ways, honey. I sucked your cunt, made you ann. Why don't you suck my cock?"
The redhead caught her head between his hands, his dark eyes glowing. As his strong hands forced her to lean closer and closer to his throbbing prick, she tensed up, tried to pull back, the awful meaning of his words finally registering in her brain.
"No, Lloyd," she protested. "I don't want to!"
"You want to learn how to turn your husband on, don't you?" he asked. "Well, if you take my cock in your mouth, I'll teach you the very best way to get him interested."
But she was confused, frightened. She strained to get away from that pulsating cock. Its aroma filled her nostrils, a heady odor that somehow made her feel, weak.
"I can't!" she cried. "Don't make me do it! Please, don't!"
"She fussed like that when she found out how big my cock was," she heard Perry say. "Then she fucked me like nothing you could imagine. Go ahead, Cynthia. Suck his prick. You'll get to like it in no time."
"No!" she pleaded. "I won't!"
Knowing that all three men were going to be in the room, and that two of them would be watching, made her even more upset. She tried to lunge away, to escape, but Alan caught her hips and held her there.
"Perry?" he said. "Come help me."
She felt the third man get on the bed, his arm going around her waist to lock her in place. What did the cousins intend to do with her? God, they couldn't have some sort of orgy planed, could they?
The girl had no idea what was going to happen, but she did know that things weren't going in her favor. The three cousins were determined that she was going to suck Lloyd's cock, and they didn't seem to care that she didn't want to do it.
Fingers squirmed into her open cunthole, wriggling around, fucking at her. Cynthia stared at the cockhead that was right in front of her, resolving to not let herself get so turned on that she would suck Lloyd's prick. Although she was certain that nothing could get her hot enough to try it.
But then the fingers slid out of her pussy, and up to her asshole. One slimy fingertip gently massaged the tight opening, while the girl cringed in expectant horror. He wouldn't put his finger up her ass. Would he?
She got her answer in a moment. Alan thrust his finger into her shitter to the last knuckle, spearing her so well that she screamed and lunged forward. Her cry was cut short by Lloyd's large cockhead, which drove into her mouth almost to her throat. Shocked by finding a cock shoved between her lips, she lurched backward, only to be greeted by a second finger going into her asshole. Squealing, she lunged forward again, the fat cock quickly halting her hasty retreat.
Trapped, impaled at both ends, Cynthia became immobile, her lithe body quivering. Now that the cruel men had her where they wanted her, what would be next?
Lloyd caressed her head, letting his cock rest quietly in her mouth. Alan's probing fingers were moving gently, stretching her asshole ever so slowly. The man behind her put his other hand on her slit, working on her clit in a coaxing way.
"That's it," Lloyd soothed. "Don't fight us we're not trying to hurt you, honey. You can tell that, can't you?"
"Yeah," Alan agreed. "We just want to help you learn about everything you've been missing. So, now that you've got Lloyd's cock in your mouth, why don't you taste it? Roll your tongue around his knob. See how good it is."
Since she had no choice, and might otherwise be made to do it, the girl cautiously obeyed. Expecting to find the flavor less than appealing, she instead discovered that it was better than simply pleasing. It was exciting.
Moaning deeply, she waggled her ass as she experimentally sucked on his cock. While she wasn't sure if she was doing it right or not, she was certainly having fun. And since the fingers in her asshole didn't sting so badly now, even that part of her was turning on.
"Oh, baby," Lloyd said huskily. "Yeah. That's it. Damn, you sure learn quick."
As he began to slowly fuck her mouth, she began to move, too. She pushed her ass back toward Alan, getting a certain thrill from feeling his fingers stroking into her shitter. Of course, the way he was frigging her slit wasn't bad, either. Her clit was up and throbbing, while her cream dripped from her pussyhole.
"She's hot for it," Alan muttered. "I think our second lesson can begin soon now. She seems to like me fingering her ass."
When he carefully eased a third finger up her ass, she squealed and quivered, but didn't put up a fight.
Shaking her asscheeks, she moaned, making the three men chuckle. To hell with what they thought of her. She was smoking inside, could feel the steam rising from her naked body. She wished that either Alan or Perry would fuck her, make her cum with a stiff prick driving into her.
Taking her mouth from Lloyd's cock, she pleaded, "I need to get fucked, guys. Can't one of you do something?"
"Keep your mouth on my cock, baby," Lloyd grumbled. "You'll get fucked, don't worry. And in a way you've never had it before."
While Alan kept stretching her shitter, she kept sucking Lloyd's cock. She liked the feel of it in her mouth, the flavor of it. As the man behind her worked her into a heated frenzy with his fingers, she laved the cock in her mouth with slurping licks. She wanted to fuck, dammit, and they didn't seem to be in any hurry to relieve her tension.
"Got a good hold on her?" Alan muttered to Perry.
"Yeah," his cousin replied. "Go ahead, do it!"
She felt Alan's cockmeat slip into her cunt, then Perry grabbed her tighter around the waist. Do what? she wondered, the cock sliding back and forth in her sloppy cunt. Her fuckhole was still too big for her to enjoy it, so she knew that the man wasn't going to get much pleasure from it, either. Desperately, she flung her ass from side to side, trying to get something out of the loose fuck.
Almost immediately, Alan pulled his fingers from her asshole, then he took his cock from her pussy. She whined at the loss, wagging her ass wildly.
"Calm down, honey," the man behind her ordered. "You're gonna get lesson number two. How to please a man with your ass."
His cockhead popped past her ass ring before she had time to react to his words. Just the pressure of his cock-knob inside her took her breath away and brought tears to her eyes. It was a lot worse than when he had three fingers in her ass. To let him know that she didn't want his prick in her shitter, she struggled to dislodge his cockhead.
"Easy," Alan snapped. "Keep your muscles relaxed, so I can slide in. If you don't, it'll burn like hell."
"Nnnnnhhhhh!" she shrieked around Lloyd's prick.
But the man was determined to ream her ass. He kept pushing, shoving, inching his cock into her shitter while she continued to utter muffled screams. Lloyd was holding her wrists so she couldn't claw him. Perry was squeezing her around the middle to keep her from giving his cousins too much trouble. And Alan had a grip on her asscheeks that told her he wouldn't quit torturing her ass until he had cum.
After a hard, wrenching thrust that had the girl seeing stars, the dark-haired man sighed. His balls were bumping her cunt, proving that he had indeed put his whole cock up her asshole.
"Okay," he grunted. "You've got it all in you. Let me warm your pussy up again while you get used to having my cock in there, and you'll soon be ready to let me ass-fuck you."
Cynthia groaned, tears wetting her face. She couldn't understand how three such nice studs could have turned vicious. Even as Alan began to frig her cunt, she couldn't forgive him. Or his cousins. They were doing things to her that she didn't want.
"Suck me, babe," Lloyd pleaded. "Your mouth feels so good on my cock. And I'll bet you like having Alan frig your cunt, don't you? Yeah. Wiggle your ass for him, honey. Show him you appreciate what he's doing."
The redhead let go of her wrists so he could play with her trembling tits, pluck at her tender nipples. Alan was kneading her asscheeks with his free hand, while with the other he sought out her clit and tickled it until she quivered.
"Yeah, work your ass," Alan murmured thickly. "Damn, that feels good. It makes me want to fuck your ass, really ream it out."
Cynthia whimpered fearfully at the idea, and began swinging her asscheeks to try to free herself before he could make good on the threat. She didn't think she could take being rammed with his cockmeat. If he tried fucking her asshole as savagely as he had screwed her pussy, he would tear her up.
"Oh, shit, that's great," the man behind her said. "Do it, baby. Wag your ass. Damn, you're fantastic."
To her complete surprise, she began to feel fantastic, though not in the way Alan had meant. A lustful glow spread through her, making her pulse pound and her cunny drool. Leaning closer to Lloyd, she wrapped her arms around his hips and sucked his cock as far down her throat as she could get it. She swung her ass at Alan, gently fucking at his impaling prick. Despite her earlier misgivings, the girl was ready to have her shitter fucked.
"She's swallowing me to the balls," Lloyd gasped, his voice tight. "Slit, bitch, keep it up."
"The way she's rolling her ass, I think she's ready for me to fuck her," Alan commented. "Okay, babe. Here it comes. One hard prick, just for you."
She almost fainted as he began plunging his cock back and forth in her asshole. His brutal thrusts made her cling more securely to Lloyd's hips. Alan was torturing her upturned asshole with his cock, forcing strangled grunts from her throat. And she wanted him to keep on fucking, to fill her shithole over and over with his glorious cock.
"I'm gonna move back and watch," Perry told them. "I haven't seen anything like this before. We've got ourselves one hot girl."
When the man let go of her waist, she found she was able to churn her ass more freely. Mouthing Lloyd's prick with lustful abandon, the girl let the two men fuck her. While Alan bulldozed his cock into her asshole, Lloyd thrust his large prick down her throat. The two cousins seemed to want to force their cockheads to meet somewhere deep inside her. And she hoped they could somehow manage to make it happen.
Spit dripped from her mouth, down the prick that jarred her teeth. Cream oozed from her pussyhole, running down her thighs.
The cock up her shitter was stinging her just right. It and the fingers rubbing her cuntlips and clit were making her get too turned on to care what she had to go through to climax. Sucking more avidly on Lloyd's stiff cock, she let the various sensations consume her.
Flinging her ass, writhing between the two men, Cynthia worked to draw the climax into full blossom. She needed to get off, to explode. She would die if she didn't relieve the awesome pressure. "Dammit," Lloyd groaned. "You sucked me too good, babe. I couldn't hold off."
His cock twitched, spewing its thick juice into her mouth. Without really knowing what she was doing, she swallowed his globs of spunk. It didn't matter to her that he had cum so soon. The prick making her happy was still hard and ramming, feeding her asshole all the cock it could handle, while tickling fingers kept her cunt invigorated.
When Lloyd moved away, Perry took his place. Using one hand to offer her his limp cock and the other to push her head down, he forced her lips onto his cock.
"Get me hard, honey," he murmured. "Suck me. Now."
As lustful as she was, she obeyed. Not even the taste of her own cunt juice on his fuckpole bothered her. In fact, she rather liked the flavor, since it reminded her of how well he had fucked her, and how hard she had cum.
Perry's soft cock began to expand, growing with each stroke of her active mouth. It got bigger, longer, fatter, until she could take no more than the head past her lips, and even that was a strain.
Moaning, she began to run her tongue up and down the gigantic prick. Alan was fucking the hell out of her shitter, and frigging her pussy almost as harshly. She was going to cum.
"Aaarrrrgghhh!" she screamed in ecstatic release.
She forgot about licking Perry's cock, and about Lloyd sitting beside them, watching. Her entire being was focused on her cunt and asshole. Nothing else mattered. Even when Alan's cock began to jerk, she wasn't able to realize what was going on.
"Shit," the dark-haired man snarled. "That didn't last nearly long enough."
"Not yet!" she cried helplessly. "I need to cum again! Don't do this to me!"
But there was nothing she could do. Already his prick was slipping away, shrinking. Then it simply fell from her clinching asshole.
"My cock is ready, honey," Perry soothed. "I can get you off."
As he took Alan's place, she realized what he was going to do. When his hands took hold of her hips, she squealed, lurching away from him.
"No! You're too big to fuck my ass!"
"I wasn't going to," he replied softly.
He drove his monster prick up her cunt, causing her to screech. It was incredible how far his cockhead went, how much it stretched her cuntal walls. When his balls bounced against her, she gasped, a violent shudder rocking her. She felt like he had shoved his fist up her pussyhole.
"Are you okay?" Perry wanted to know.
He was lightly pinching her asscheeks, encouraging her to move. Dazedly, she shook the hair away from her face, trying to take in enough air to answer him.
"I'm all right," she panted. "Next time, go in slower. I'm not used to your huge cock yet. Maybe I never will get used to it."
"Sure you will," he said. "In a minute or two, you'll be loving it, just like before."
He flexed his cockmeat, making the knob push in farther. Squealing, she arched her back in protest.
"Please, not so much!" she gasped.
"That's as far as it goes," he responded.
Throwing back her head, she braced herself. Perry was drawing his giant cock out, his hands grasping her hips tightly.
Perry yanked on her hips as he lunged forward, filling her pussyhole with his cockmeat so fast and hard her head was spinning. She barely had time to shriek in rapture before he pulled back and rammed her again. Gasping, she collapsed on the bed, too shaken by the powerful fucking to keep her balance.
The man held her asscheeks high, and bulldozed his cockmeat into her again. Her body convulsed with shivers while she uttered a strangled groan.
A scream of passionate desire was driven from her throat as the man once more forced his prick ail the way inside her. Her cunt went into spasms, milking his prick. She was beginning to cum. With his next potent plunge, she dissolved into an orgasmic frenzy.
"Eeeeaahhh!" she yelled, quaking. "More! More!"
She hung onto the sheet so she wouldn't be catapulted off the bed by the man's raging cock or her own salacious writhings. Over and over he stabbed her with his gargantuan prick, while her cries of need and release rang against the walls. She didn't have to do anything but take the glorious fucking. And take it she did, cumming so much and so closely together that it seemed like there was no pause at all between one orgasm and the next.
Trembling uncontrollably, she lost herself to the torrid fucking. She was growing dizzy, her head swimming. Perry was fucking her unconscious, even as he kept forcing her to cum. Her cries became guttural, long groans of satiation, then weakening to whimpers of exhaustion. And still he kept fucking her.
"Hell, she's giving out," Lloyd complained. "I thought she had more staying power than that."
"Perry, why don't you give her poor cunt a rest and let her finish you off with her mouth?" Alan suggested.
Perry gave her a couple more shattering pokes before pulling out. Then he flipped her onto her back and straddled her. She could see how shiny his cock was with her cream, the odor of her juice nearly stifling.
"I can't!" she moaned.
He took advantage of her open mouth and shoved his cockhead inside. The huge knob had her jaws aching already.
"I know you can't take it in like you did Lloyd's," he said. "But you've got two hands to help you out, baby. Suck on the head while you stroke the shaft. I want to cum in your mouth."
She didn't want to suck him off, but knew there was no way out of it. Slowly, she took hold of his mighty cock and began to pump it.
"Suck, babe," Perry commanded. "Move your hands faster. Don't be afraid to really grab on. You won't break it, I promise."
As he pulled on her head, she began stroking his cock the way he wanted it done. She rolled her tongue around the fat cock-knob, gauging the width.
"Get ready," he muttered, his voice raspy. "Now. Swallow, baby. Drink my cum."
Holding her head so that she had to keep his cockhead in her mouth, he fed her his spunk. Spurt after spurt of his jism pelted her throat. Gulping, almost gagging on the abundant globs, she took down his juice. She kept pulling on his cock with her hands, milking him the way her pussy would have done. She decided that she liked the taste of his cum, and wouldn't mind drinking it again.
"Okay, stop," he moaned. "Shit, honey, what are you trying to do? Eat my cock?"
Reluctantly, she let him take his deflating prick from her hands and lips. She reached up to gently stroke the wilted monster, not wanting to leave it alone. But as the man crawled off the bed, she found she couldn't get to it any longer.
"I'm sorry," she apologized weakly. "I just got carried away. I certainly wouldn't want to hurt you. Not after all the pleasure you've given me. And I wouldn't want to spoil however much more enjoyment there would be to come."
"Don't worry, I'm fine," Perry murmured. Then he scowled. "But this bed isn't. Hell, it'll be a week before it dries."
"Then I guess I'll need another place to sleep," she suggested hopefully. "And since it's so cold out, uh, maybe I shouldn't sleep alone."
The three cousins looked at her, then at each other, and then began to grin.
"Do we draw straws, or what?" Alan inquired.
"Shit, our cocks are the only straws we've got," Lloyd mused, looking at Perry. "We all know who'd win that draw."
"Who do you want to sleep with, honey?" Perry asked her, ignoring his cousin's remark.
"You can't expect me to choose," she objected. "I can't even sit up. I just thought it might be fun. And not so lonely."
The men seemed as perplexed as she was. They studied her, then each other, shaking their heads.
An idea came to her. "How long is the storm supposed to last?" she questioned slowly. "That is, how long will we be secluded here with no way out?"
"Two days. Maybe three, but the weatherman doubts it," Lloyd said.
"Oh," she grunted. "I was hoping -- I mean, if we were going to be together for three nights, it could go in alphabetical order. But that won't work now."
"Why not?" Perry asked, grinning. "We could put you in 102, and Alan would sleep with you until he fucked you, then he could go get Lloyd. When he got done, it would be my turn."
"Yeah, you'd have to be last, in any case," Alan said.
Even Lloyd was agreeable to the idea. "We shouldn't wait. Come on, honey. Let's get the night under way."
"I told you guys, I can't get up," she responded tiredly. "Somebody's gonna have to carry me."
"That sounds like the perfect job for a bellhop," Alan quipped. "Come with me, baby, and I'll make all your dreams come true."
Deftly lifting her into his arms, he carried her to the room next door. Lloyd and Perry followed with her things, put them down, then left. Once Alan had her settled in bed, he went into the bathroom to clean up. She would have liked to wash the sticky cum from her body, but was too totally worn out to even ask for a wet rag.
When Alan came back, he crawled into bed with her and turned off the light. Once he tucked the covers around their naked bodies, he cradled her against him, kissing her sweetly.
"Sleep while you can, honey," he warned. "I'll wake you when I want some more pussy. Or asshole."
Chapter Five
"Cynthia?" someone asked deeply, a male voice thick with sleep. Or lust. "Honey, are you ready to get fucked?"
"Mmmmm, I guess," she mumbled.
At last remembering where she was, who she was with, and what she wanted done to her, she turned onto her stomach. She shaved her ass high to make it more readily available for his prick.
"Just take it easy on my asshole, okay?" she murmured. "Stretch it first."
"I will," he promised. "While I do, I'll get you hot."
He tossed the covers aside and she shivered at the chill in the air. In a moment, the man was kneeling behind her, the warmth of his body thrilling her. Alan slid his cock into her pussy and she purred, glad to find that her cunt was back to its usual snug self. It clung to his prick like a glove.
After he had given her a few lazy strokes, she felt his fingers on her ass, his thumb pressing against her tight asshole. Slowly, he pushed it in until it popped past her resisting ass ring.
While he let his cock rest in her pussy, he fucked at her asshole. Whimpering, Cynthia was almost prepared to tell him to forget it, to screw her pussy instead. Her poor asshole was protesting the intrusion of the man's thumb, throbbing from the way he was treating it.
But soon her ass began to wag, inviting him to not only continue but to also go on to the next step. As if reading the unspoken message, he worked his other thumb into her shitter and used the two together to pull and poke at her anal passage.
She groaned, snapping her hips to ease the pain. The man was spreading her ass ring, widening her shithole, preparing it to take his prick.
When the fat cock head plunged into her shiner, she screamed, moving her asscheeks more franticly. Steadily, the man pushed his cockmeat into her snug anal sheath, filling her ass while her cries tore at the darkness. Once his prick was firmly lodged inside her, he reached to get his fingers on her pussylips.
"Now," he grunted, "let's fuck."
As he began to frig her and fuck her ass at the same time, the girl's shrieks grew more passionate, more lustful. The pain was vanishing, leaving only a burning feeling behind, the kind of burning feeling that was also in her cunt, promising to turn into a fire ball of delight.
The girl strained and struggled with the man, amazed that she was enjoying the depraved act so much. Her cunt was wet, the juice oozing out. She was roused and ready to fuck, ready to cum. And her lover seemed anxious to help her out, fingering her pussy insistently while he pounded the hell out of her asshole. Passion and pain mixed, combining into an erotic sensation that was too powerful to endure. Her climax hit rocking her.
"Aaaaahhh!" she sighed, quivering.
While it wasn't a big orgasm, it was good, offering the relief she desperately needed.
Her clit bobbed hungrily against the man's fingers.
"That was it?" Alan asked.
"For now," she panted. "You guys just about fucked me to death. I'm surprised I could cum at all. If you could keep fucking me awhile, I could probably cum again."
The man started to say something, but then his cock began its orgasmic dance inside her asshole and he could only groan while his spunk shot into her. After he had emptied his balls, he pulled out.
"Want me to go get Lloyd now?" he asked. "Or would you rather rest first?"
"I want my asshole fucked some more," she told him softly. "Think he'll mind?"
"Shit, he loves a tight ass as much as I do," Alan replied, chuckling. "Hold that position, honey. I'll have him here in a couple of minutes."
He turned on the lamp before he left, and she closed her eyes against the glare. Head on her folded arms, ass up and ready, she lay there almost dozing, waiting to have her shithole attacked once more.
It wasn't long before she heard the door open and close, then felt the man get on the bed.
"Damn, Alan wasn't kidding," Lloyd muttered as he positioned himself.
"My asshole is open and ready. My prick's ready, too, babe. Ready for your tight ass."
With that, he shoved his cockmeat into her shitter. Yelping, she swung her asscheeks, knowing that the motion would erase the stinging pain his entry had caused. The agony only intensified the ecstasy, making the wicked sensations that much better.
Lloyd didn't play with her cunt, but she didn't mind. All sorts of delicious feelings were building up within her, wonderful feelings that grew and grew the more he fucked her ass. Her body began to quiver and twitch, while hot flares sizzled inside her. Something oddly satisfying was happening to her due to the obscene act, something almost like a climax, but so strangely different that she couldn't identify it.
"What the hell are you doing?" Lloyd moaned. "Your asshole is grabbing me, honey. Damn, does it feel good!"
"Yes!" she gasped, shuddering harder. "Oh, lover! You're fucking my ass sooo good! Would you touch my clit, just a little? I need to cum!"
As his fingers found her clit, she cried out and arched her back. He rolled her clit between his fingers, pulling on it, while his big cock dammed into her asshole. Her mouth went slack as the thrilling sparks of orgasm began to explode within her in a rainbow of passion.
"Nnnaaahhh!" she shrieked, her cunt spasming. "Yes, lover, yes! Play with my pussy! More! Oooh, make me cum again!"
"Oh, hell," he snarled. "Sorry, babe. Your asshole is too snug and hot. I can't hold back."
She could feel his prick twitching, could feel his juice coating her shitter. All too soon his spent cock plopped out of her ass. Groaning, she rolled onto her back under him.
"Go get Perry," she begged. "I need, him. Now!"
"Guess that means I don't get to stay," he mused, smiling. "Looks like I just get to run in, fuck, and get chased out."
"Lloyd, please!" she cried in desperation. "Don't tease me! Dammit, I'm horny!"
"Okay, honey, okay," he said as he got out of bed. "I'll go get him. Don't let your pussy get cold."
He was gone before she could retort. Anxiously, she slid her fingers into her slimy pussy, needing a cock so bad she didn't know what to do. The two ass fucks had only warmed her up if Perry didn't have such an oversized cock, she would have him fuck her asshole, too.
When Perry came in, she was still frigging her cunt. His cock was semi-hard, and growing. He looked at her busy fingers and broke into a grin.
"Maybe you don't need me after all," he joked. "But maybe I'll fuck you anyway, just for the hell of it."
"You'll fuck me because your cock is," she grumbled. "And because I've got the only cunt you've ever found that can take you to the balls. Now get over here, turn out the light, and fuck me."
To further entice him, she spread her legs and held her pussylips apart, showing him what she had for him. He walked toward the bed, his stiff prick bouncing with each step.
"Demanding little bitch, aren't you?" he asked teasingly. "Maybe I'll have to fuck some manners into you."
"You could try, but I don't think it'll do any good," she said. "Not since you and your cousins have made me so damned hot for your cocks."
Nodding, he clicked off the lamp just before getting on the bed.
"Yeah, I guess we are at fault," he agreed. "Hey, I don't know if I can find your pussy in the dark."
Sighing, she groped for his stiff prick, finding it quickly. Once she had a good hold on it, she drew him toward her tingling cunt.
As the massive cockhead made contact with her moist pussy and began to bore into her cunthole, the girl sucked in a sharp breath. God, his prick was huge! It slid in, forcing her cuntal walls to expand and make room for it. Deeper and deeper it went, creating so much pressure inside her that she was sure her pussy would tear open. She pushed at his chest, certain she could take no more. To her relief, he stopped, letting his giant cock rest in her leaking fuckhole.
"Wait a minute," she gasped. "Let me get accustomed to that monster before you put anymore in."
"What more?" he grunted. "Baby, you've already got all the cock I can give you."
"I do?" she asked in amazement. "To the balls?"
"Yeah," he told her.
Hugging him to her, she sought out his mouth, moaning as his lips closed over hers. His fuck pole was moving now, as punishing as it had been before. And as wonderful. Now that she had lost her fear of his gigantic prick, it was all sheer torturous pleasure to have it plunging into her. While the man fucked her soundly, she tongue-fucked his mouth, reveling in the scorching ramming he was giving her.
Soon she was flexing her asscheeks in time to his pile driving thrusts, surrendering her ravaged pussy to his pummeling cock. Her cunt was sloppy with her cream, the fucking becoming noisy due to her abundant juice. Yet the wetter she got, the better she could take Perry's monster cock, and the more she could enjoy what it did to her. She was on the verge of cuming, so close to an orgasm that she couldn't stand to wait.
Her body seemed to explode into fragments. Clutching the man tighter, she screamed into his mouth, fucking up at his impaling prick so wildly that her ass left the bed. It was good, wrenching, but it wasn't enough. Not as hot as she was.
Whimpering, straining, she pushed herself onward, toward another climax, toward more satiation. She stroked Perry's shoulders with her hands, clung to his bulldozing fuckpole with her cuntal muscles. She wanted something else, too, but didn't know what. Her pussy and mouth were well occupied. What could be missing?
The answer struck her as another orgasm loomed near. As she writhed beneath him, she voiced her idea.
"My asshole," she gasped. "Could you frig it for me? God, I need something in my ass!"
"Sure, baby," he said. "I'd be happy to."
He reached under her, his fingers having no trouble finding the little hole. It was slick with her cunt juice and two recent loads of cum. He rubbed it a moment, then, to her delight, he thrust two fingers into her shitter.
"Eeaaaahh!" she screeched. "God, yes! Do it! Damn you, do it!"
She came so powerfully that even Perry groaned. He continued to fuck her pussy and frig her shitter without slowing down. Cynthia squealed and lurched about, flailing her head. This was fucking, she decided while she rode the climax until it dissolved into another, and another. This was what sex was all about. Getting fucked. Having her cunt and asshole attacked at the same time. It made her cum and cum and cum, crying out over and over as the rapture swept through her.
"I think you like this," the man mumbled. "You know what I think you'll like even more? A cock up your ass while I fuck your pussy."
"Oh! Ooooh!" she groaned ecstatically. "Yes, I would! Ohhhh, yes!"
His fingers and cock kept working her over, sending her into a whirlwind of satisfaction that had no end. Tearing at her with his cockmeat and fingers, he kept her on an orgasmic tidal wave that was threatening to drown her.
While she came again, the man's potent shaft fed her cunt its thick load.
"Oh, baby," Perry breathed. "You fuck too good, honey. Just too damned good."
"Leave it in me," she panted. "Let me feel it, hold it with my cunt."
"You want to cum again?" he asked. "Won't you break something?"
"No," she moaned softly. "Oh, Perry, it feels so-so nice. Mmm, lover, kiss me."
Still quaking in orgasmic release, she lay wriggling beneath him. While they kissed, their tongues playing with each other, she moved her ass around. Keeping his wilted prick inside her, she came sweetly, putting a tender end to a raging fuck session.
"Had enough?" he murmured. "If not, I could leave it in until it gets hard again. Although, that might not be for a couple of hours. You fucked the hell out of me, honey."
"Then let's go to sleep," she suggested softly. "I have a feeling that all four of us will need our rest for tomorrow."
Chapter Six
When she woke up, the room was filled with a gray light and the air was cold. Even under the heavy covers, she felt chilled. She looked out the window and saw that the snow was falling as heavily as it had been the previous day. A smile came to her lips. It looked like she would be snowbound with the men for another day.
Wasn't that shame?
Turning to share the good news with Perry, she found that he was gone. No wonder she felt cold. Her hot bedfellow had left.
She went to the bathroom, used, the toilet, then tried to make herself presentable. Since it was too cold to take a shower, she washed up at the basin, taking extra time to clean her cunt. If one of the men wanted to lick her pussy, she wanted to be ready for it.
After her brief bath, she got a quilt from the bed and wrapped it around her. Then she went hunting for her three sexy lovers. Her pussy got wet just thinking about them, and of Perry's idea. She licked her lips, imagining getting fucked in her cunt and asshole at the same time. It would have to be heavenly. She was sure of it.
Once she was in the hallway, she followed the smell of coffee and bacon to the kitchen. The three men were there, sitting around the table, obviously having already eaten. And, she noted with embarrassment, they were dressed.
"Hi," Perry greeted. "Come sit down next to me. Hungry? We've been keeping yours warm."
"Uh, yes," she replied, feeling self-conscious. "Why didn't anyone wake me?"
"You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't think you were ready to get up," Perry explained. "I like your outfit. Is it new?"
"I like her better without it," Alan kidded. "Come sit down, honey. If we were gonna bite you, we would've done it already."
"Yeah, but what we did do with her so far was great," Lloyd added.
He was getting eggs and bacon for her, while Alan poured her some coffee.
"The way you talk, I might not get to eat before you drag me off to bed," she started softly more than a hint of encouragement in her voice.
"Bed?" asked Alan. "Who the hell said anything about a bed? We're gonna give you a surprise, babe. So come eat. The snow won't last forever."
As she sat at the table, the quilt slipped down to her waist, leaving her tits exposed. But she didn't care, not now. She was getting horny again, listening to the cousins' suggestive banter. Maybe a good view of her pert tits would get the action started sooner.
"A surprise?" she wondered, "It can't have anything to do with fucking. You studs have already broken in every hole I've got."
"We have this parlor," Lloyd revealed, looking into her eyes. "With a fireplace. It's sort of rustic, you know? There's even a fake fur rug in front of it. Big. Plenty of room for, oh, four people."
She stared at him, fascinated. "You mean, we're going to fuck on it?"
"Not just fuck," Perry said, and she turned her attention to him. "Haven't you ever heard of parlor games?"
"But sexy ones," Alan added, and she looked at him. "Fun games, to make the fucking more fun."
"Oh," she mused, beginning to understand. "You're gonna teach me some more things about making a man get hot."
"Sort of," Perry agreed huskily. "Although, just seeing you like that has my cock straining to get in you."
Her gaze swept from one to the other of the three cousins. Each man was gazing at her ripe tits, as if hungry to taste them. She couldn't help reaching to feel Perry's huge prick to find out how horny he was.
"You are ready," she murmured. "God, is it stiff! Why don't you three go set things up so we can start once I eat. That is, if all of you are ready far a fuck."
"Let's just say that you'd better hurry, or you won't get to finish," Alan replied. "We'll be back for you soon, baby. And then the action will really get going."
The three men went out as she began to eat. Her pussy was dripping, getting the quilt damp under her.
She was sipping the last of her coffee when Alan came back. His eyes wandered over her, especially taking in her tits.
"We're all set," he said with a grin. "Better bring the quilt along. I don't know if our rug can take as much pussy juice as you give out."
"Can I help it if you guys turn me on?" she huffed in mock anger. "Honestly. You can't fuck me and then complain because I like it."
He took her in his arms as she got close, sliding a hand between her legs.
"What I meant was, we're gonna make your cunt gush, honey," he chuckled. "Seems like we've already got it going. But you just wait. It's gonna be wetter than that. And soon."
Stretching up to kiss him, she rubbed herself against his strong body. The roughness of his shirt aggravated her nipples, making them very hard and stiff.
Holding her to his side, he led her to the parlor. As had been promised, there was a roaring fire in the fireplace, and a thick rug in front of it. With the windows on either side giving a good view of the falling snow, the room appeared to be a haven from the storm. As well as a sexy place to fuck Lloyd and Perry stood beside the rug, still dressed. Alan took the quilt from her and spread it over the rug, making a bed for them that looked soft and inviting. Then he stood next to his cousins and smiled, waving grandly toward the quilt.
"We'd like to see you frig yourself, honey," Alan told her. "Right here. Just like you were doing last night when Perry walked in on you."
Her face grew hot as she fidgeted from one foot to the other. The men were staring at her, taking in her exposed tits and cunt with relish.
"Uh, I don't know about this," she muttered. "I mean, you're all still dressed. I feel like I'm on display."
"You are," agreed Lloyd. "A man likes to see a girl naked. Even more, he likes to watch her play with herself. So lie down, babe, and finger your pussy for me."
As she timidly went to the quilt and lay down, the men sat on the floor where they could see her cuntlips. They watched her intently as she spread her legs, their eyes glowing with interest.
"This wasn't what I had in mind," she complained. "You've got three hard cocks, and you made it sound like I would get fucked with them."
"You'll get plenty of cock," Perry said. "As soon as you bring yourself off with your fingers."
"You want me to cum," she gasped in embarrassment. "In front of you? I couldn't!"
"Babe, you've already proved to us that you can take our cocks and still more," Lloyd reminded her. "So just try it, okay? Have pity on our balls."
"Oh, all right," she sighed. "But I don't know if I can get off with you guys staring at me like that. And still dressed. Damn, you're making me feel strange."
"Frig, babe," Alan encouraged gently. "Play with your pussy. Show us just how hot a bitch you are."
Trying to forget that the men were gazing at her, she finally put her fingers on her cunt. She looked up at the ceiling and began to stroke her moist pussy the way they wanted. Her own fingers didn't feel as good as a cock or a tongue would have, but they could make her tingle. And she knew better than anyone the right spots to hit, the right way to move her fingers, and when to stimulate her clit.
Moaning softly, she splayed her legs farther apart, so she had plenty of room to work her hands around. Her juice was making everything slick, her fingers sliding over her heated pussy with no trouble. That was when it was the best, when she was wet. Sometimes she would have to start out using lotion, until she got herself aroused enough to drip. But today she had everything she needed to make her cunt drool.
The cousins stayed quiet while she fingered her slit, so quiet that she idly wondered if they had gone off somewhere. Of course, she knew they hadn't. Her creamy cunt would keep them riveted until they were ready to fuck her. She teased her clit even more as she got hotter. Inches of cock were just waiting to get in her. Hard, throbbing pricks that could make her scream out in rapture. She wanted those pricks, all three of them. In her mouth. In her pussy. Up her shitter. Ramming her. Pleasing her. Making her cum.
Her asscheeks bounced on the quilt, her orgasm bursting inside her. But it had come too soon, was hardly enough to satisfy her.
"Uuuhhnnn!" she whimpered in frustration. "One of you come fuck me! Somebody, please, fuck me!"
"Try again, babe," Perry encouraged. "Do it real good. Then you'll get our cocks."
"No!" she cried. "I need cock! I can't frig myself as good as you can fuck me!"
"Of course not," Lloyd replied. "But watching you do it is one hell of a treat. Cum one more time, honey. You can do it. Just once more."
Working her fingers desperately in her slimy cunt, she flailed her head. Rubbing her clit didn't make her get off the way she wanted.
"Ooooh!" she wailed. "I don't want to wait! Fuck me!"
But the men didn't answer, not one of them. She could feel them gazing at her writhing body, staring at her massaging fingers. They were waiting for her to bring herself off more powerfully, to give them something to see and enjoy, before giving in to her wishes.
The only problem was that she needed more than her fingers on her cuntlips to get her raging hot. She needed an extra something, an added element. As she rubbed her pussy and tormented her clit, she began to realize what she had to have. Something up her asshole.
Asking the cousins to help would be useless. They wanted her to put on a show for them, without their being directly involved. That meant that she would have to do it for herself. No matter how depraved it might look to the men.
She reached around and found her tiny asshole. It was moist with her flowing juices, and barely resisted when she poked her finger into it. She gasped as her finger stretched her ass ring, shivering at feeling the inside of her asshole for the first time.
"Yeah, babe," Lloyd mumbled. "Do it. Frig your sweet ass."
Not knowing that the men would enjoy seeing her finger her ass while she frigged her cunt, Cynthia again let her instincts take over. While she massaged and pulled at her clit, she fucked her shitter with her finger. Since her finger was smaller than the men's, there was no real discomfort as she stoked it in and out.
Arching her back, she licked her lips. One finger felt good; two would be wonderful. Carefully, she pushed a second finger into her asshole, groaning as that fantastic stretching stung her. She pinched her clit as she prodded her asshole, squirming on the quilt in lustful need. It wouldn't be long before she once more succumbed to orgasmic delight. Only this time, she was really going to cum.
Stroking her steamy cuntlips, finger-fucking her shitter, the girl writhed excitedly on the quilt. Her tits jiggled with each move she made, the nipples stiff and dark pink. The slime dripped from her winking pussyhole, its musky odor potent and heady. She was on fire, sizzling under her own fingers, and she was enthralled by what she was doing to herself.
"Eeeaaahh!" she shrieked at last.
Working her fingers frantically on her clit and shitter, the girl drew all the pleasure she could from her climax. She was determined to let the men see her cum wildly, so that they wouldn't again refuse to fuck her. Her pussy needed a hard cock, and so did her whole. Maybe this time she had cum well enough to satisfy them, so they would fuck her.
Someone shoved her hand away from her pussy and pulled her fingers from her asshole. Crying out, she started to struggle, until she felt a tongue probing into her wet slit. Quivering, she clutched at the man's head, not bothering to see which cousin it was. His tongue was keeping her orgasm from fading too fast, allowing her to slowly return to a calmer state of mind. Once she had had her fill of his tongue, she pushed him away. It was Perry, she discovered, his face shiny with her cream.
"Fuck me," she murmured, looking into his dark eyes. "No. Better yet, two of you fuck me. You in my pussy, and Alan or Lloyd in my ass. How does that sound, lover?"
"Like somebody's gonna get left out," Alan said. "Unless your mouth needs a cock. Does it?"
She nodded, then watched for their cocks to appear. One by one, they stepped out of their briefs. Perry's cock looked like a log, waving at her as though issuing a threat. She licked her lips, anxious to get things started.
"Hurry up and get down here, guys," she pleaded. "I'm getting cold."
"As hot as you are, honey, you couldn't be too cold," Perry argued. "Move over and let me lie down."
She smiled as she made room for him, ready to feel that huge prick slicing into her. When she got through with him, his cock wouldn't be able to stand so boldly.
"Come on and ride my cock," Perry urged huskily. "Sit down easy, babe. Don't want you scaring yourself like you did before."
"I won't," she moaned. "Not since I know how good it'll be once the fucking starts."
He helped her settle herself over his cockmeat, and then his giant knob made contact with her pussyhole. Despite her wanton comment, she took the prick in slowly, savoring the feel of it filling her up. She kept her cuntal muscles relaxed. And then she took in the final inch of his shaft, startling herself anew.
"Ohh!" she gasped, shuddering. "I should expect that packed-to-the-throat feeling by now, but it still shocks me."
"Bend down," Lloyd said from behind her. "I've gotta get my cock up your ass."
Moaning, she leaned over Perry and began kissing him. When she tasted her pussy juice on his mouth, she moaned again. She was more than ready to fuck with the three handsome men, and couldn't wait for things to get going.
A finger stabbed into her asshole and was quickly joined by a second. She squealed as Lloyd tugged and pulled at her ass ring.
Then Lloyd's cockhead was at her shitter, taking the place of his fingers. The girl shrieked as the fat knob bored past her ass ring and beyond. Grunting, the redhead pushed and kept pushing, making her wail at his impatience.
"Dammit, take it easy on her," Perry snapped. "You'll make her lose interest."
"No, he won't," she argued between gasps. "I'm okay. Really."
Perry frowned as he gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, but he didn't say anything else. Then Lloyd stopped ramming at her asshole, and began caressing her asscheeks.
"I'm in," he muttered. "Ready to fuck, babe?"
"As soon as Alan gives me his cock to suck," she replied. "That'll make things perfect."
The moment she reached for Alan's bulging cock and wrapped her lips around it, Lloyd began to fuck her asshole. Sawing back and forth, he soon made her warm to the stinging reaming. Her ass swung left to right, her cuntal and anal muscles grabbing and puffing at the two cocks inside her. Not wanting to leave Alan out of the fun, she mouthed and sucked his prick in time to Lloyd's powerful thrusts. Beneath her, Perry lay still, letting her squirming body fuck his monster prick.
Cynthia was thrilled with the way the cousins were using her. Well, not actually using her, she decided. No more than she was using them, taking what she wanted from their bodies. Yet she felt possessed by them, a captive to their desires, and the thought turned her on that much more.
Her cunt was hot. Sizzling. She couldn't keep from twisting, dancing between the three rampant pricks. The men were touching her, feeling her fevered flesh, making noises that told her they were pleased by her body, happy to be fucking her.
She was pleased, too. Their pricks were stimulating her; their hands were exploring her. The taste and feel of so much cockmeat had her head spinning. More than that, it had her cunt drooling.
Without being ready for it, she began to come. Twisting and lurching, she forced Perry's huge prick to punish her cunt and Lloyd's cock to batter her asshole. She took Alan's cockmeat down her throat with every stroke.
Her cries of fulfillment were garbled, their intensity deflected by the cock she so urgently sucked. Yet the men knew what was happening to her, and tried to make the experience the best she could imagine. Together, the cousins held her captive, doling out so much enticement and excitement as she could handle.
As her orgasm waned, Perry kept working on her tits. Her nipples peeked out between his fingers while he massaged them harshly.
"More, babe," he mumbled. "Cum. Don't quit now. Your pussy feels just right when you get off."
"Yeah," Lloyd grunted. "Wiggle around. Damn, I can feel your cock in her, Perry. It makes her ass so tight."
"She's taking my whole cock," Alan said. "I mean, to the balls. Shit, I've never had it so good."
The girl wriggled appreciatively, thrusting her ass up at Lloyd, gripping Perry's prick with her cuntal muscles, putting more effort into sucking Alan's prick. Maybe they were pleased with what was going on, but she was absolutely ecstatic, and she tried to show them just how turned on she was.
As her craving body strove to convey her silent message, her cunt began to tingle even more. God, it was heavenly, those firecracker buzzes singeing her through and through. It was as though the sparks from the fireplace had popped out and landed on her, burning her softly yet with enough heat to let her know that something wicked was going on.
And all the while, the men kept giving her more to love. Lloyd was pounding her asshole, jarring her unmercifully. Alan was clutching at her head as though afraid she might change her mind about sucking him, thrusting his cockhead down her throat. Perry, still playing with her dangling tits, was fucking her hard, almost picking her up with his huge prick.
Unable to take anymore, she came, the irritating heat branding her with its erotic kiss. Shuddering, she barely paused to savor the consuming orgasm before once again lunging in rapture. Swaying. Rocking. Fucking. Feeling her body enveloped with cocks and male flesh. Letting the surging need devour her with each stroke of each pistoning shaft. Both getting and giving so much that her head swain.
"Oh, damn," Alan snarled. "Too much, babe. Too damned much."
He held her so that his cockhead stayed at the back of her throat. As his prick spewed out its thick jizz, Lloyd also began to moan.
"Sorry, baby," he apologized. "But it's my fault."
Having spunk fed to her at both ends was so exciting it made her cum again, joining the two men as they groaned in orgasmic release. Too soon, they withdrew their shrinking pricks, sitting back to watch her and their well-hung cousin.
Perry flexed his asscheeks, shoving his cockhead far inside her. At first she gasped, then she gazed down at him and laughed throatily. She began to fuck his mighty prick, sliding her pussy up until only the fat knob was inside her, then back down until his hairy balls tickled her ass. Up and down. Slowly. She didn't want to rush it, to make him shoot off too fast. Her cunt was still tingling, juicing, hungry for another cum.
"You're wet," Perry said, watching her face. "Why don't you get with it and really fuck me, honey?"
"It would end too quick," she explained, her voice tense with passion. "Somehow, it always does."
"There'll be a next time," he promised. "But right now, we're gonna fuck."
Without warning, he caught her around the waist and began thrusting her up and down on his cockmeat, making her fuck him the way he wanted it.
"Eeeaaaah!" she screamed as she came. Still Perry kept pounding her up and down, not slowing his speed or decreasing the depth of his strokes. He was driving them toward more pleasure, greater passion, and he wouldn't be stopped.
Suddenly, he yanked her down hard and held her there, both of them panting. His massive cock jerked, spitting out its gobs of spunk.
"Now!" he muttered. "Feel it, bitch! Feel me cum in you!"
The girl tensed, gasped, and shuddered in delight as she climaxed with him. Bending quickly, she kissed him, letting his lips and tongue catch her wails of rapture. His cock seemed to spurt on and on, the thick juice oozing from her packed hole, along with her own cream. Once their orgasms ceased, they lay in each other's arms, smiling tiredly.
"You know how to fuck, know that?" Perry murmured.
"So can you," she replied contentedly.
"Hey, how about us?" Lloyd complained, tapping her on the shoulder. "We've got cocks, too, remember."
She got off of Perry and sat next to him. Almost bashfully, she fondled the now-flaccid monster that had just given her so much pleasure.
"And nice cocks they are," she agreed, sighing. "But this guy -- well, he's something else. Too bad it couldn't have lasted longer. I'm still kind of hot."
"Hot," Alan repeated. "That's a shame. Isn't it?"
All three of them were nodding, and looking too pleased to not be up to something. When one of them offered an explanation, she broke the odd silence.
"Okay, what's going on?" she asked. "Come on. I've got your cum in every hole I have, which gives me the right to know what you're up to."
"Something," Lloyd teased, winking at her. "But nothing funny."
"Or scary," Alan offered, just as jovial. "Nothing you won't like."
"Something sexy," Perry concluded for the trio. "And special. It can only be done on a day like today."
She frowned at them, not too sure she could trust them. They were being too smug and secretive to suit her.
"Just wait right here," Alan said mysteriously. "We'll be back in a few minutes. Lie down and rest. You're gonna need it."
They got up, now grinning, and left. She looked after them, so curious she didn't know what to do. These men were certainly different from Robert, who was always asleep a few minutes after fucking her.
Thinking about her husband made her grimace. Her eyes drawn to the blaze in the fireplace, she thought about having to go home to him, to face his disinterested embraces and lackluster lovemaking. A chill raced down her spine. Would she even be able to let him touch her, after having shared such passion with three other men? No, she didn't feel guilty. Not exactly. It was more like regretting to return to reality after a marvelous dream. And Robert was a reality that saddened her greatly.
"Cynthia?" Lloyd asked softly, gently lifting her chin. "You don't look as happy as you did a few minutes ago. Are you mad at us or something?"
"I was thinking," she replied. "About Robert. I don't know how to handle what's happened between us. Him and me, I mean." She smiled wanly. "Forget it, okay? It's my problem, not yours."
He squatted down beside her and drew her to him. Kissing the top of her head, he squeezed her.
"Maybe you're right," he murmured into her hair. "Only, we like you. A lot. Any time you need to get away for a day or so, you'll have a place to stay. No charge. And you'll have six shoulders to lean on. Three cocks to fuck you back into good humor, too. Will that offer help somewhat?"
"Better than anything else," she replied honestly. "You guys are too nice."
"Ugh," he grunted. "First I'm cute, now I'm nice? How the hell will you ever be able to take my cock seriously?"
"When it's up my ass, lover, I take it very seriously," she told him seductively.
Sitting beside her, he grinned. He caught hold of the nearest tit, rolling her nipple between his thighs. She snuggled closer to him, smiling.
"Sounds like maybe you're getting hot again," he mused.
"I am," she agreed. "With a handsome stud like you next to me, I can't help myself. You'll notice I said handsome."
"And you'll note you're getting my cock up," the redhead muttered. "When Alan and Perry get back, we're gonna have some real fun, honey."
"I thought we already had been having fun," she objected.
His husky laugh thrilled her. Holding her in his arms, he lay down.
"Different kind of fun," he whispered. "The kind that'll cool you down and heat you up, all at the same time."
She pulled him to her, reveling in the feel of his lips on hers, his tongue probing into her mouth. His hard cock pulsated against her thigh, its urgency too much to resist. Clutching at his hair, she ran her tongue along his lips.
"Do we have to wait?" she pleaded. "Couldn't you fuck my ass now? I really would like you in my cunt, but Perry's cock made it too big."
"It'll be better later," he said.
He was kissing her again. Moaning out her disappointment, she let him have his way. Maybe he was right. Maybe what the cousins had planned would be an erotic interlude of some sort. She hoped so, because her pussy was in dire need of something to satisfy its lustful thirst. If Perry's cock was stiff, that would do the job better than anything else.
She heard the other two men come back, and they were laughing deeply at the way she and Lloyd were kissing. One of them set something down, near the quilt.
"It's worse than we thought," Perry said. "She's got him eager to fuck, too."
"We've got enough here to calm both of them down," Alan replied.
They laughed again. Pushing Lloyd back, she frowned at the other two. She couldn't help seeing that their cocks were still limp.
"What do you two have?" she demanded. "Nothing I can use, obviously."
Then she noticed the bucket, and her frown deepened.
"What have you got in there?" she wanted to know.
Grinning, Perry reached into the bucket with both hands, drawing them out one at a time.
"This," he answered. "And this." The sight of the snow was puzzling, but she couldn't help gasping at the size of the icicle. Although it tapered into a finger-thick point, the base was bigger around than the base of Perry's giant prick.
"No," she said nervously. "Oh, no. You're not doing anything to me with that."
Having an idea of what the three were planning, she shook her head, unable to look away from the icicle. But Lloyd made her turn toward him, his dark eyes glowing warmly.
Softly, he told her, "Oh, yes, we are. We're gonna fuck you with that icicle, and you can't stop us."
Chapter Seven
Fearfully, Cynthia tried to jerk away and leave, but the redhead pinned her down. Alan and Perry surrounded them, cutting off any hope of escape.
"No!" she cried. "It'll hurt! I know it will!"
"Rut you're so hot," Lloyd soothed. "We just want to cool you off, baby. And this should do it."
Her legs were dragged apart even though she kicked and twisted. The redhead kept her from interfering with what his cousins were doing to her, and was grinning while he held her down. She couldn't see what was going on, and that frightened her more. Then something cold touched her clit.
"No!" she screamed, terrified. "Please, no."
"That's just some snow, honey," Alan said. "Your hot cunt sure melts it fast. It didn't hurt, did it?"
"No," she admitted. "But it's so cold." Another icy chill enveloped her cunt and she sucked in harsh breath. Her asscheeks began to undulate as she trembled.
"Please, not my whole pussy!" she gasped. "You're giving me shivers!"
"Sounds like you aren't objecting to a small part of your cunt getting an ice pack," Perry said. "Would you like to have some more?"
"Yes," she whispered. "But don't put too much on me, or I'll get frostbite."
"If you're not scared anymore, why don't you get on your hands and knees for us?" Alan suggested.
Carefully, she got into the position that Alan had described. Her pussy and asshole were exposed, seemingly ready for anything that the men might offer.
"I guess you won't forget my asshole, either, will you?" she muttered, biting her lip.
"Damn, you sound like we're gonna torture you," complained Alan. "Relax, honey. We just went to make you feel good."
Before she could respond, she felt a hard, cold thing pressing against her clit. It slid toward her pussyhole, then back to her clit, giving her fresh shivers. She could feel the point of the huge icicle melting, the chilly water dripping from her cuntlips. Her cunt was dripping, too, wanting to have something stiff and penetrating inside it. She quaked as she imagined how that piece of ice would feel in her cunt, so cold and hard, melting with each stroke into her cunthole.
"You're ready," Perry murmured. "And so are we."
Holding her breath, she tensed as the tip of the icicle slid inside. Slowly, the cold thing went deeper, filling her, stretching her as much as Perry's cock. Groaning, she fell forward, her ass still high, wagging her ass in abandon.
"Fuck me with it," she panted. "Ooooh, it's so cold. And deep. I've never felt anything like it!"
Something poked at her shitter and began sliding in. The piece of ice went up her ass slowly, stretching her as it went. It was long, longer than either prick that had been up her asshole, and it felt huge.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "Easy! Not so much!"
She felt the icicle being pushed in a bit more, and then it was all inside her, her ass ring holding it in place.
"There," Alan said. "How's that?"
"It-it's so cold," she moaned. "And deep." She shuddered fitfully. "Don't leave it in there, please!"
"It'll melt soon," Perry told her. "And you can hold more of this one, too. Believe me, I know."
As he shoved the icicle in her pussy an inch deeper, she yelped. She was packed with the ice, and it was beginning to burn her. But when fingers began toying with her clit, she forgot about the discomfort and purred in contentment.
"Yeah," Lloyd said. "I thought so. Your poor little clit was lonesome. Maybe your lips are, too, huh? Turn your head this way, honey, and kiss me."
Now that she was being forced to enjoy what was going on, she gladly surrendered her mouth to him. His fingers were making her too hot to feel the freezing sensation in her two fuckholes. The hardness, yes. Her cuntal and anal muscles milked the icicles, fucking at them. The lazy way Perry was frigging her cunt only made her more horny. Thrusting her tongue far into Lloyd's mouth, she tried to let him know how everything was affecting her.
"Damn, she's melting them fast," Perry said. "We knew you were hot, baby, but not boiling."
The icicles were shrinking, water leaking from her fuckholes was running down her thighs. She squirmed desperately. She wanted to cum with the ice inside her, to feel the icicles clenched by her cuntal and anal sheaths while she got off.
"On your back, baby," Lloyd paused to order. "Carefully, so you don't lose the icicles."
She did as he asked, each move reminding her of the ice in her pussy and ass. While she didn't know what he had in mind, she wasn't surprised. The men wanted her to cum almost as badly as she wanted to, herself.
"Okay," the redhead muttered. "I know you're ready to cum, babe, and we're gonna make sure you do. Perry, take over with her clit. Alan, give her tits a snow massage." He grinned when she gasped. "Me, I'm gonna kiss her some more."
The men sensuously attacked her body, almost at the same instant. Lloyd's tongue slithered into her mouth, silencing her mewling cries, as Alan rubbed her nipples with small handfuls of snow. Perry's teasing, pleasing fingers tempted her clit, urging her climax even nearer. The coldness of the icicles and snow, combined with the heat of Lloyd's tongue and Perry's fingers was a mind boggling contrast that kept her squirming. Hot and cold flares of red and blue sliced through her, rushing her toward an orgasm of great intensity.
"Hhhhhnnnnnhhh!" she shrieked as it exploded within her.
Hungrily, she sucked on the redhead's invading tongue, while her asscheeks bounced up and down wildly on the quilt. She clutched at Lloyd, at the quilt, made dizzy from the strength of her climax. She could feel the ice melting quicker, the cool water running from her pussy and asshole, encouraging her climax to linger on.
Finally, the icicles melted, leaving her spasming cunthole and shitter feeling frozen. And vacant. Yet she was still writhing, due to Perry's stroking fingers on her clit, Alan's cold, hands on her tits, and Lloyd's tongue thrust into her mouth.
When her body quit convulsing, the men drew back, smiling at her in open lust.
"Wasn't that great?" Alan asked. "You liked it, didn't you?"
"Yes," she stated weakly. "But, please. No more ice, okay? My cunt feels frozen."
Perry poked her pussyhole with his fingers. Despite her recent orgasm, her ass twitched as he probed farther up her pussy.
"It's shrunk down," Perry observed. "The icicle's gone. And it's cool inside. Damn, I'd love to get my cock in there now."
"Then do it," she begged. "You're getting me hot again, playing with my cunt like that."
"What about me?" Alan questioned.
"And me?" Lloyd chimed in. "We've got stiff pricks, too. Only we can't get at your ass from this position."
She stared at the three horny men, not knowing how to answer them. Reaching out, she fondled the two cocks closest to her, which belonged to Lloyd and Alan.
"Hey, all I know is I want to fuck," she said. "Any or all of you, however you want to do it. Or I could suck you two off while Perry fucks my cool cunt. That is, if you, Lloyd, will clean yours first."
"Already did," he muttered. "And that is a good idea, honey. Alan and I like for you to suck our cocks. How about doing both of us at the same time?"
The two men moved closer to her head, each on one side. They aimed their pricks at her mouth, ready to begin.
At Perry's gentle nudging, she spread her legs wide, giving his giant cock plenty of room to get at her wet slit. As he began to sink his huge cock into her pussyhole, the girl grabbed Lloyd's prick and nibbled at the fat knob. Perry shoved in by inches, forcing her cunt to open up to him. Moaning, she turned and licked at Alan's cock, leaving a trail of spit from his cockhead to his balls.
Lazily, she licked and sucked on one cock, then turned to sample the other, while that magnificent prick plowed in and out of her with seeming disinterest.
Her cunt was letting everyone know how much it liked Perry's cockmeat. The squishing noises were loud, obscene. Moaning, she slid her hands to the balls of the man she was sucking and squeezed them, while her cuntal muscles grabbed more snugly onto Perry's prick. The action was warming up, a hint of urgency blending in. Cynthia's asscheeks, until now only rotating, began to flex, pushing her pussy up at the impaling cock, begging for more in its own sweet way.
Lustful grunts burst forth from the three men as she used her hands, mouth and cunt to entice them. Lloyd and Alan edged closer, trying to put both cocks into her mouth at the same time. The heads of their pricks were almost touching, the shafts pointing at her accusingly.
With the way that Perry was ramming her cunt, getting her hotter with each plunge, the girl felt inflamed enough to try sucking both cockheads into her mouth.
Drawing them closer, her hands holding the cocks by their meaty roots, she licked and nibbled them, excited by the thought of having two pricks in her mouth. Or if she couldn't manage that, maybe she could make them shoot off together, their cum spraying into her throat. The idea made her tingle all over. To have them cum together, right in her mouth would be beautiful.
She sucked their cocks, one then the other, while her hands pumped them. Her pussy was on fire, she was so excited. Alan and Lloyd were holding her head up, so that she could more easily get at their pricks. And Perry, to her delight, jammed a finger up her snug asshole.
It was simply too much for her, too exciting, too sizzling. She sucked faster, harder, eager to taste their spunk. Her hips churned, her cunt and asshole clenching around the impaling prick and finger.
"That's it, babe," Alan encouraged. "Bring me off. Come on. Suck my cock down your throat."
Instead, she switched to Lloyd's shaft. The redhead was as eager to shoot off as his cousin was.
"Put it in your mouth, dammit," he muttered. "I need to cum."
She needed it, too. So bad. Her pussy was hot, sweltering under the ramming that Perry was giving it. She could hear him grunting, an excited edge to his voice obviously as ready to cum as his cousins were.
Before she knew what was happening, Alan's cock, then Lloyd's, began to jerk, and their spunk shot out onto her lips and tongue. Groaning, she accepted the thick juice, opening her mouth wide to let them have a better target. To her dismay, Perry's cock began to twitch, and he bombarded her cunt with his cum. She had wanted to get off, too, with her lovers.
And as Perry's huge cock kept spurting, she did. Somewhere far up her pussyhole, so deep that it made her almost choke, her orgasm wrenched at her guts. Her cunt grabbed at the man's deflating cock even as she clutched the two pricks in her hands. Although she needed to keep her climax going, it seemed that she wouldn't be able to.
As the three cousins withdrew, she looked at them sadly, wiping cum from her chin. Sitting up, she shrugged helplessly.
"It wasn't enough," she sighed. "I mean, not enough. Not that you guys didn't try. And you did make me cum. Only, I wanted more."
"Oh, hell," Alan moaned. "You don't expect us to get our cocks up now, do you?"
She frowned at him. "No, of course not. I just told you what I thought. I keep wanting to be fucked, you know? And you three do it so well." She shook her head. "It's all Robert's fault. He won't fuck me right. Now that I've found three guys who will, I can't get enough."
"That sounds like a compliment," Lloyd said. "If it is, we accept."
"It is," she replied hastily, biting her lip. "Uh, I just thought of something. If I go wash up, would one of you want to lick my cunt? Your tongues shouldn't be tired. And I like having my pussy sucked. It's almost as good as getting fucked."
The cousins grinned, chuckling lewdly. She was relieved that her suggestions wouldn't be ignored.
"Babe, if that's what you want," Perry murmured, "that's what you'll get. Between the three of us, we can suck your cunt raw."
Eagerness caused her to almost jump to her feet. She wanted to get started before they could change their minds.
"Stay right here," she ordered. "I'll be back in a minute. With a hot cunt."
Chapter Eight
Cynthia trotted to her room, her naked tits and asscheeks jiggling. She pissed, washed her cunt thoroughly, then hurried back to the parlor. Her pussy was tingling in anticipation of getting licked. With three tongues to tickle her pussylips, she might be able to cum enough.
The men had moved the ottoman onto the quilt-covered rug, and eyed her with open lust as she walked closer. Perry sat at one end of the ottoman, grinning at her.
"Lie on this, honey," he said. "On your back, with your pussy toward me. I'll be more than happy to give your cunt a good going over."
"Alan and I will make sure your tits don't feel left out," Lloyd said. "All you gotta do is enjoy it."
She settled herself on the ottoman, scooting toward Perry until she felt comfortable. Once she splayed her legs wide, she was set.
The sandy-haired man spread her outer pussylips with his fingers, then sensuously ran his tongue along the central groove. While she gasped in wonder, Alan and Lloyd each took hold of one of her tits, their tongues molesting her aching nipples until they throbbed. Reaching to caress the shoulders of the two men kissing her plump tits, she sighed anxiously.
Perry was teasing her with his gentle licking, dragging out each stroke and letting her savor each tingle. His method of cunt lapping was superb, a blend of timing and direction that overwhelmed her. The girl had to do nothing but lie there and let him tantalize her cunt, and revel in his expertise.
The other two men were talented, too, their fingers and mouths plying her tits with constant enticements. Her white tits were turning pink under their arousing ministrations, her nipples standing straight up. Closing her eyes, she let them do what they wanted to her, too enraptured by what was happening to offer any advice. Or to want to cum too soon.
Luscious chills engulfed her as Perry slid a finger into her asshole. Her ass began to rock, her asshole clenching the man's finger. That felt good, so good.
She could almost hear her heart, thudding to the rhythm of Perry's snaking tongue. Moment by moment, the lustful desire rose within her, made more intense by the fact that three men were doing things to her without getting anything from her in return.
"Oh, God," she gasped. "I need it, lover. Ohhh, bring me off. Please."
Perry had caught her clit between his lips and was sucking at it. But when she voiced her need, he simply grunted and licked his way down to her pussyhole. He began stabbing at it, fucking it with his tongue. Cynthia whined and thrust her cunt up at him, urgently begging for him to make her cum. She could climax now, at almost any moment. She struggled to get his tongue on her clit. If only he would lick her there!
"Perry, don't tease me," she whimpered. "I need to cum!"
"I want you hotter," he said. "Your cunt's not dripping. And your ass is not wiggling around enough. Come on, baby. Turn on. Burn for me."
"You can get me hot later!" she cried. "I've got to cum now!"
Gently fingering her cunt, he chuckled.
"That sounds better," he told her. "But not good enough. When I think you're so horny you'd rape me, I'll bring you off. But not before. This is one cunt licking you're gonna remember awhile."
His mouth once more on her slimy cunt, he lapped at her puffy cuntlips, avoiding her tingling clit. She wailed in frustration as he continued to torment her without trying to relieve the building pressure. Her pussy was starting to ache, she was so horny. Yet Perry did nothing but lick around her clit, being ever so careful to not touch it.
In a way, she loved what the man was doing to her. It made her feel special, the way he was trying to force her to really get aroused. But waiting wasn't easy, especially waiting for a thundering climax.
She was starved for a raging cum. Her ass twisted and jerked, while her fingers grasped handfuls of hair of the men at her tits. That tongue in her pussy was too much to bear. It stroked and tickled every tender spot.
Except her clit. Her aching, throbbing clit. The one place that needed to be licked was being ignored. It was becoming painful, having to wait, being forced to hold back. Her movements became even more erratic.
"Perry, please!" she cried. "Bring me off! Let me cum, damn you!"
With a grunt, he began to attack her clit in a most welcome manner. Almost at the same instant, he drove a second finger up her shitter, which caused her to climax more violently than she otherwise would have.
"Aaaarrrgghhh!" she screamed. "More! Oh, please, more!"
Alan and Lloyd were sucking her nipples as harshly as Perry was sucking her clit, the three drawing out her cum in a ferocious way. Her juice trickled from her cunt, wetting Perry's fingers so that they slipped easily into her asshole. She still had a firm grip on Alan's and Lloyd's hair, holding on tight for fear she would lurch completely off the ottoman.
As she began to calm down, Perry sat back.
"Okay, who's next?" he asked.
"Me," replied Alan. "I haven't had a taste of her pussy yet."
"Oh, not so soon," the girl moaned. "Give me a chance to catch my breath first."
"I want some cunt juice," the dark-haired man muttered. "And I want to make you cum. The two sort of go together, you know."
He switched places with Perry. As soon as he got settled, he began to ravenously lick her cunt.
"Ohhh!" she gasped. "Not so fast, Alan! I'm tender!"
"Stop fussing," Perry ordered. "Here. Suck on this. It'll keep you quiet."
He moved so that his semi-flaccid cock could wag in her face. Without another word, she put out her tongue and licked his big prick. Her cream had dried on his shaft, but she could taste it. She reached up to fondle his dangling balls as she sucked the huge knob into her mouth. What Alan was doing to her cunt had her quivering, was making her asscheeks begin to chum.
"Finger her asshole, too," Perry told Alan. "She likes it. Don't you, baby?"
"Nnnhhnnn," she groaned.
Alan wasn't teasing her cunt the way Perry had. His tongue slid everywhere, even on her needy clit, while he prodded and poked at her shitter without actually putting his finger inside. She squirmed more wildly, hunching up at his delightful finger. Dammit, she wanted it in her, making her asshole sting. She didn't know what it was about having something invade her asshole that thrilled her so; she only knew that it made whatever was being done to her pussy that much better.
As if understanding her need, the man quit tormenting her asshole and shoved his finger in. Then another. And a third. Cynthia squealed as her shitter became packed, yet her juice kept dripping. Three fingers up her ass felt almost like a short, fat cock, and Alan frigged her with them in almost the same way that he had fucked her asshole with his prick. Meanwhile, he kept lapping at her cunt, exciting her clit, getting her hotter by the moment.
Her own mouth was busy, licking Perry's rock-hard cock from the head to the balls. She licked them, too, gently, with the tip of her tongue. The gigantic cock jerked at her every touch, bobbing strongly at everything she did. She had him horny as hell, as hot as she was, and she intended to keep him that way. She wanted his huge prick in her pussy again, ramming the shit out of her. Once Alan brought her off, she would ask to be screwed, demand to be fucked. Perry couldn't refuse, not with his prick so ready for action.
Just thinking of having that massive cock inside her again helped put her over the edge. Whimpering, she came, shoving the head of Perry's prick as far as it would go into her mouth. Alan was slurping at her wet pussy, licking her avidly as her asscheeks lurched wildly. Lloyd was pulling at her nipples, coaxing her to cum harder. With so much going on, even once her climax faded, she was ready to fuck.
"I want your cock in my pussy," she panted, looking into Perry's dark eyes. "Right here and now."
"Hey, don't I get a turn?" Lloyd argued. "I didn't get to suck your pussy yet."
"You can fuck my ass after Perry screws my cunt," she said. "I can't wait another minute to have this giant cock inside me, fucking me senseless. Do it, Perry. Stick your cock in me. I need it so bad, lover."
"Is it okay with you, Lloyd?" he asked.
"Shit, if I can have her asshole, sure," the redhead said.
As Alan moved out of Perry's way, the girl couldn't help grinning. She was excited about feeling that gargantuan cock up her cunthole again, couldn't wait to have it all but splitting her in two. She watched the man position his cockhead at her fuckhole and licked her lips, dying for what came next.
"Like it that much, huh?" Lloyd asked.
"More than like," she sighed. "It's fantastic!"
She sucked in her breath as the huge prick sliced into her. She caught hold of the men on either side of her, afraid that Perry would knock her off the ottoman with his thrusts. But Alan moved up, straddling her head.
"I'll hold you in my place, honey," he offered. "Put my cock in your mouth, and you won't get thrown off."
Gladly, she opened her mouth for his prick. Unlike Perry's mammoth cock, Alan's prick fit between her lips just right, gliding in and out with no effort whatsoever. Purring, she opened her legs wider to the man fucking her, and swallowed his cousin's cock to the balls. She had the best of almost everything.
To her surprise, the two men began fucking her in unison, both driving their cocks into her at the same time, at the same speed. She was being skewered so well that it felt like the two cocks were trying to lift her clear of the ottoman, so they could rotate her body as though it were on a spit.
"Dammit, I've gotta get in on this," Lloyd grumbled. "Here, babe. Grab onto my cock. I can't wait for your asshole to be available. I've gotta get off now. Jack me off, you beautiful bitch."
When he took hold of her hand and placed it on his cock, she obediently wrapped her fingers around his prick and began to pump on it. The added thrill of jacking him off only in creased her pleasure. Perry's big cock was making her cunt sizzle and steam, urging her to get hotter. With each stroke, it made her shiver with expectant rapture, promising her more of the same power for the next and following thrusts. She wanted to cum, to explode, and she couldn't hold out much longer.
"Shit, you give fine head," Alan muttered. "Keep it up, babe. Swallow it. I'm gonna make your tonsils beg me to stop long before I shoot. Then I'm gonna give you my hot cream to drink and watch you gulp it down."
"Work your hand faster," Lloyd urged. "I want to cum on your tits, honey. Gonna cover them with my juice. Don't get tired on me now. Grip my cock tight. Yeah. Like that. And keep pumping on it."
So long as Perry kept ramming her cunt, she would be eager and willing to give in to their demands. Getting fucked with that monster prick made her hornier by the moment, had her so hot she was panting. There was nothing she wouldn't do to keep that beautiful cock pounding away at her oozing pussy.
"Damn, your cunt feels great," Perry mumbled. "Bet I know what else you'd like, besides my cock in your pussy. You'd like something up your ass."
When she squirmed excitedly, he chuckled.
"Yeah," he grunted. "I thought so. Lloyd, is there another icicle in the bucket?"
"I think so," the redhead replied. "Yeah. A big one. Here you go."
She whimpered, but the men paid no attention to her weak protest. Then Perry stopped fucking her, and she felt the cold hard icicle touch her asshole. She squealed and shuddered as the piece of ice stretched her ass ring and began to bore into her shithole.
"Easy, babe," Perry soothed. "Let it slide in. It's not as big as you think it is."
The unyielding icicle felt huge, bigger than either cock that had been up her shitter. She groaned as Perry kept pushing it in, wondering when it would finally all be inside. Just as she was going to let go of Alan's prick to beg Perry to quit, she felt the end of it slip inside, her ass ring tightening to hold it in place. Immediately, the man resumed fucking her powerfully, while the icicle filled her asshole so well she was aching.
"There," Perry muttered. "How's that?"
"Nnnnnhhh," she moaned.
The mixture of scorching cock in her pussyhole and freezing ice up her shitter was too strange to be believed. She could feel the cold water drip from her asshole as the icicle began to melt, could feel her hot cunt juice mingle with it and run down her crack.
Rotating her ass, the girl sought to make the liquid coat her asscheeks. So much juice and water ran from her fuckholes that she was leaking like a faucet. She was actually bathing herself in the odd mixture, and that turned her on all the more.
Tightening her fingers around Lloyd's prick, sucking Alan's cockhead down her throat, she thrust her pussy up at Perry's bulldozing prick. The icicle had melted enough that it now fit more comfortably in her asshole. Before it could dissolve too much, she wanted to get everything she could from it, and from the three cousins.
"That's it, baby," Perry groaned. "Fuck me. Move your ass. Yeah. You like it, don't you? Three cocks. An icicle up your ass. Makes you want to cum, doesn't it?"
She wriggled her ass more wildly, more in desperation to climax than in answer to his question. Her pulse was racing. Her clit was throbbing.
"Harder, baby, harder," Lloyd begged. "Don't let goof my prick now. Damn, watching you take Perry's cock turned me on. He's really tearing your cunt up."
"Suck," Alan said huskily. "All the way, to the balls. Do it, honey. Swallow my cock."
She tried to do everything they wanted, and what she wanted, too. Her mouth and hand were cramping from the lusty action. Her pussy was throbbing with the need to cum. It was impossible for her to pay attention to everything, to do exactly what the cousins demanded. She was too far gone toward climaxing to know, or care, what she was doing, or to who, or why.
Lurching, she came. Screaming out her wonderful release, she thrashed between the three men, sucking, pumping, fucking. Perry kept piledriving his monstrous prick into her spasming cunt, making her cum and scream over and over again. Her convulsions were pushing the remains of the icicle out of her shitter, which made her twist even more wildly.
"Oh, shit," Alan growled. "I've gotta cum."
"Me, too," Lloyd grunted. "This bitch is too hot to handle."
While Alan's cock released its jizz down her throat, Lloyd's spunk shot out, the thick globs splattering on her luscious tits. Both spurting cocks added to her erotic state, making her cum again as she swallowed Alan's juice and felt Lloyd's warm cream land on her tits. The icicle fell from her asshole, leaving only Perry's hard and driving cock to arouse her. Keeping her hot and cumming.
Once Lloyd and Alan had backed off, the horny girl wrapped her legs around Perry's waist.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Harder, damn you! Fuck me!"
"All right, baby!" he snapped. "I'll fuck you! I'll fuck your brains out!"
With a deep snarl, the man caught her legs and doubled them back over her. His dark eyes were shining with sexual desire. Then, he lunged.
"Eeeeaaahh!" she screeched. "Yessss! Fuck me!"
Alan and Lloyd took hold of her shoulders and pushed her toward Perry to keep her from being fucked off the ottoman. Her panting breath had to keep time with the man's awesome strokes, or she wouldn't have been able to breathe at all. That monster prick was deeper than it had ever been, and she loved it. Her cunt was so open and so wet it swallowed his cock and almost wanted more.
Clutching at the ottoman, Cynthia could do nothing but take the savage fucking. If Perry had pulled his cockmeat from her pussyhole right then, she would have gone after him and made him fuck her some more. She was climaxing so often, and so close together, that her head was spinning. She didn't have time to recover between orgasms, she was cumming so much.
Soon, she felt herself losing her grip on reality. As Perry's mighty prick began to bombard her cunt with its heavy juice, and her cuntal sheath spasmed with a rending orgasm, she completely blacked out.
Chapter Nine
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."
Chapter Ten
The next morning, Cynthia was aching but happy. Robert had fucked her asshole three times during the night, frigging her to a cum each time. When the alarm went off, she had been too tired to put on anything but a robe. Had it not been so chilly, she would have gone around naked, just to taunt her sexy husband.
During breakfast, they gazed at each other across the small table, their eyes bright, their expressions dreamy. For a while, a comfortable silence surrounded them, as though both of them were unwilling to break a charmed spell. But at last the girl found that she couldn't keep quiet, that she had to say a couple of things that were on her mind.
"You're quite a lover, sweetheart," she murmured. "I've never been so wonderfully surprised in my life. I can still feel your cock in my mouth and your tongue in my pussy. And the way you fucked my asshole!" she sighed. "I'm still in shock, honey. Damn, I'm glad I married you."
He reached over and took her hand, his fingers playing seductively with hers.
"Same here," he replied, smiling. "On all accounts. I just hope your pussy doesn't feel neglected. I can't help wanting to screw your asshole, baby."
She shook her head. "Don't worry about my cunt," she said. "The way you frigged me made me cum just right. Mmm, and it was perfect with the way you fucked my asshole. I can hardly sit down, it hurts so. But I don't care. It'll be better later. I, uh, might be ready to have your prick up my ass tonight. If you think you'd like to fuck it again."
She squeezed his fingers, pulling on them in an imitation of the way her shitter had. When he groaned, she laughed huskily. It turned her on to know how easily she could make him horny.
"I'd fuck your ass right now if I had the time," he swore lustfully. "And if I could get my cock up. My balls ache, I came so hard. And so much. Damn, four fucking times, right in your ass. That's not counting once in your mouth. But, like you, I think I'll be ready for more tonight."
He glanced at his watch, grunted, and stood up. His eyes showed he felt as miserable as she did about his having to leave.
"If I don't go now, I'll be late," he muttered. "Come give me a kiss, honey. A good one. It'll have to last me all day."
She was already up and moving around the table, wishing there was some way to keep him home. She wrapped her arms around his neck, while he pulled her tightly against him. Their lips met, parted, their tongues tantalizing each other in a teasing, promising way.
Moaning, she rubbed her pussy against his crotch, wishing she could lie right there on the floor and have him lick her cunt until she couldn't cum anymore.
All too soon, he drew back. He hugged her tightly, then kissed her forehead.
"Gotta go," he mumbled. "You rest that asshole today, okay? I want it ready for fucking when I get back. I might even screw it before dinner."
With a lewd grin and another quick kiss, her husband left for work. The only problem was, he had also left her hot.
She went back to the bedroom and lay down, still somewhat amazed at what a stud her husband had turned out to be. It was almost like being married to a new man, and an improved one, at that.
The memory of their lustful fucks made her throw open her robe and begin fingering her pussy. Her little clit bobbed excitedly at her touch, anxious to be stroked. Splaying her legs wider, she closed her eyes, licking her lips. As worn out as she was, she was horny as hell, her pussy beginning to leak. Even the throbbing of her asshole didn't bother her. She needed to cum, and that was all there was to it.
Her fingers moved more quickly over her cuntlips, titillating herself with each stroke. Her asscheeks began to undulate, her body turning on to her fevered frigging. She poked two fingers into her fuckhole, her cuntal sheath clutching at them. Her pussy needed something in it, something hard and penetrating. She wouldn't be able to have a really good cum without something in her cunt.
But what? Her husband had already left for work, taking his beautiful cock with him. As she continued to work her fingers in her slimy pussy, she kept trying to think of something that would help. Naturally, the three cousins came to mind, but they were too far away to be of any use. She needed relief now.
Jumping up, she went to the closet. Robert's golf clubs were in the back; he only used them occasionally.
When she located the clubs, she took one out and felt the rubberized handle. Her pussy tingled as she stroked the thing with her fingers. It would be a shame to let such an expensive set of clubs just sit there collecting dust. Especially when they could be of use to her in a most erotic way.
Taking a second club from the sack, she went back to the bed. She stripped off the robe, and once more spread herself out. Panting eagerly, she carefully slid the golf club's handle into her slippery fuckhole.
She sucked in her breath at the marvelous feeling the thing created in her cunt. Although the handle wasn't as big around as a nice, fat cock, it was close enough for her. What it lacked in width, it made up for in length, which she felt was a fair trade-off.
Gingerly, she sank the club deeper and deeper, until she could hold no more. She tested its firmness with her cuntal muscles, grabbing it, milking it. It was so hard, so cold. Not freezing like the icicles had been, but not warm like a prick, either. Just stiff and cold and so damned filling.
Not able to wait any longer, she began fucking her pussy with the club. The smell of her cunt juice was beginning to get to her, its odor making her hornier. The club was warming up, her hot pussy making it lose its coldness. Her cunthole slurped at the fake prick, her cream dripping down her ass crack.
With a moan of lust, she switched clubs, shivering as the second one slid into her heated body. It wouldn't stay cold long, not in that live volcano. While she worked it in her cunt, she brought the first one to her lips and licked it, tasting her musky moisture. As she fucked herself with the one club, she began sucking on the other, treating both as though they were real cocks.
Writhing passionately, she imagined that Lloyd and Alan were with her, letting her enjoy herself as they drove their pricks into her. If her shitter hadn't been so sore, she would have shoved one of the handles up her ass. Even though her asshole was throbbing, she was tempted to do it anyway, and to hell with the pain. But she didn't want to be too sore for Robert to be able to ass-fuck her later.
As she brought the second club to her mouth and put the first back in her cunthole, she licked hungrily at the slimy handle. Tasting her own juice made her hotter to fuck, more desperate to cum. It reminded her all too well of the three cousins, of how their cocks had tasted with her pussy juice on them. And how their spunk had tasted when they shot off into her sucking mouth.
The girt twisted and lurched, wildly seeking to cum. She whimpered as she struggled to fuck herself to a climax, regretting the fact that a real cock wasn't in her cunt, that a real man wasn't ramming her. She couldn't work the golf club well enough to make it pound into her, to give her aching cunt more of what it needed. Her fingers were wet with her cream, making it harder for her to keep a good grip on the club.
Yet she was accomplishing something with her self-fuck. She could sense her orgasm nearing, gliding closer. Frantically, she drove the handle into her pussyhole, while she sucked the other one almost down her throat. She needed to cum, or she would be too horny for words the rest of the day.
Desperately, she fucked her cunt, straining to give herself a wrenching climax. The bed squeaked as she bucked and twisted, the springs protesting her wild gyrations.
"Nnnnhhhhh!" she moaned, shuddering.
Her pussy spasmed as her orgasm exploded. Again and again her cuntal muscles snapped at the fake cock ripping into her. She had done it; she had made herself cum.
But then it was over, all too quickly, and she realized that her orgasm hadn't been strong enough to suit her. Or to satisfy her burning hunger.
"Shit," she sighed. "I need more than that." As she caught her breath, she realized what it would take to make her cum the way she wanted. Actually, she needed three things. Cocks. Belonging to Alan and Lloyd and Perry. Until her pussy got some real cockmeat, it was going to feel cheated.
Laying the golf clubs aside, she sat up and called the motel. It was still early, not yet nine. Since Robert wouldn't be home until six, that gave her plenty of time for some fooling around.
Alan answered on the second ring, his voice brisk and businesslike. She felt warm and tingly just to hear him.
"Hi," she said. "It's Cynthia. Remember me?"
"I'll never forget you," he replied, his voice huskier. "You aren't having any trouble with your husband, are you?"
"The only trouble I'm having is with sitting down," she admitted, giggling. "Robert likes ass-fucking. A lot, if you guys hadn't helped me out with such things, I don't think I would have a husband today. God, his cock is fat. It really stretches my ass."
"Oh," he grunted. "So, everything's all right?"
"Perfect," she agreed.
"I see," he muttered. "Is this a good-bye call, then? A Dear John over the phone?"
"Hell, no," she murmured seductively. "My ass might be sore, but my pussy isn't. Or my mouth. You, ah, did say that you and Lloyd want a chance at my pussy again, didn't you?"
"When?" he asked so anxiously she had to chuckle.
"I could be there in an hour, if the traffic isn't heavy," she replied thoughtfully. "Or do you have too many guests that you won't have time for me?"
"Honey, even if we did, we'd make time for you," he swore. "Come on out. We'll be looking for you."
"All right," she purred. "Tell your cousins to be ready. You, too, lover. I want to get fucked good and hard, until the bed is soaked with cum. I, uh, tried doing it by myself just now. With a golf club. It was okay, but not great. The way you three guys can make it great."
"A golf club?" Alan gasped. Then he laughed. "Dammit, honey, what were you trying for? A hole-in-one?"
"No, one in a hole," she corrected humorously. "I probably won't have time to fuck each of you twice, not if I want my cunt back to normal before Robert gets home. But, uh, maybe we could do some licking and sucking for an encore. What do you think?"
"I think my cock's gonna pop my zipper," he replied huskily. "Get your Goddamned ass out here, baby. And I mean now."
"You can't be anymore anxious than I am," she replied, adding, "Oh, I think I'd like each of you one at a time for the first round. For the second, well, we can decide that later."
"Cynthia, you're wasting time," Alan pleaded lustfully. "Just get here, okay?"
"Okay," she murmured. "One hour. Be ready."
She hung up and sighed, anticipating a few hours of hot sex with the three studs. First Alan or Lloyd, then Perry. Followed by some hot tonguing and sucking. And later, after Robert got home, a good, gut-wrenching ass-fuck. Or two. Or a long sixty-nine session. The possibilities, she realized, were almost endless.
Smiling happily, the girl hurried to get dressed to go to the motel. With three horny studs waiting to fulfill her every wish, she would be foolish to not rush.
It was only once she got to her car and saw the bags in back that something very important occurred to her. As long as the cousins were willing to fuck her when she asked them to, she wouldn't again need to go shopping to kill a day.
She started the car, a wide grin on her face. A satisfied pussy had to beat just about anything.
