only hold it in for a second, but the effect caused a chain reaction within her. My wife began to cum like a volcano the moment she got Drake’s cock to its deepest point, causing her body to heave with a huge gag. She pulled off his cock, long streams of spit and slobber flowing off her lips, and moaned and shuddered. Marcus, feeling her pussy clench around him, began thrusting harder and harder, pounding her as the monstrous orgasm washed over her entire body. This caused her to moan louder, and, helpless, she buried her face forward into the sheepskin as Marcus grabbed hold of her hips and plowed her without mercy.
Finally, after several amazing minutes of climax, Marcus slowed his thrusting and then pulled out. My wife collapsed down onto the rug, gasping for breath. Little shudders washed over he body as the warmth of her orgasm glowed bright within her.
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” she rasped between ragged breaths. “That was fucking awesome!” she said. Her voice was hoarse, and no wonder. She must have swallowed the best part of two feet of cock over the past two hours. “Oh my god!” she gasped again. Her body was flushed and coated in sweat. A huge wetspot on the sheepskin rug showed that she had squired hardcore during her dual pounding from the boys.
Both boys were breathing hard as well, but they weren’t finished. My wife had been very descriptive as to what her deepest, freakiest fantasies were. We certainly weren’t going to go through all of them today, but the boys really liked the idea of a few of them.
I went over to my wife and caressed her shoulder. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, and as I did so her hand moved up and stroked my face. “That was awesome” I whispered into her ear. “I love seeing you like that, letting lose.” I kissed her again.
“I liked it, too” she whispered, rolling over onto her back and kissing me. Her tongue went right into my mouth and she clutched at my hair. This gal was still plenty turned on.
“Ready for the big finish?” I asked. I saw a little smile play across her lips.
“What kind of finish?” she asked. Her eyes darted over to the boys, each of whom eyed her sweaty body hungrily. Marcus was still rock hard, Drake was starting to work his cock back to attention.
“Oh, maybe a little something you told me about in a text a few weeks ago” I replied. I then planted a passionate kiss on her. She moaned, and I felt her hands bunch into fists as she grasped my hair. I continued to kiss her, and reached down, slipping one, two, three, and then four fingers into her well-fucked pussy. “Mmmm... Feels like she’s had a hell of a workout, I think she needs something to help quench her fire.” My wife moaned as I slid a pair of fingers along her G-spot. She was heading back into her zone again, hot and hungry.
I kissed her a bit more, and through one eye I saw Marcus moving around her, kneeling between her spread legs. He was enjoying the show we were giving him, but the look in his eyes told me he was feeling some urgency to continue his own performance. I worked my hand within her pussy a bit more, giving my wife one my patented handjobs. She was ripe for it, and I felt her body begin to stiffen as I worked my fingers within her. I know my wife’s buttons, and right now she was my very, very turned-on little slut. I broke off my kiss, and told her as much. “God I love it when you are a little slut for me” I whispered in her ear as I worked my fingers harder and harder within her. Her eyes were tightly closed and her body stiff, little shudders rolling through her. “I can’t wait to fuck you after these boys are done with you. You know I love the feeling of your pussy after she’s been really used.” That sent her over the edge and she began to cum again. One or her hands wrapped around the back of my head and pulled me roughly onto her mouth - our kiss was savage. The other wrapped around my wrist, and she began pulling it and rubbing it against her pussy hard and fast.
That was the sign Marcus and I were waiting for.
A few seconds, I pulled my hand out of her and brought it up to her mouth for her to suck on. In the next instant, Marcus was thrusting the head of his long cock within her still climaxing pussy. Then he reached down, grabbed her hips, and pulled her towards him. In an instant he has buried his cock buried itself to the root within her, causing my wife to gasp and moan as she hungrily sucked at my fingers. Marcus began to rhythmically thrust into her again. The sensation for her was different, taking his long cock while on her back rather then on her knees. It was easier for her, and the shock of being unexpectedly penetrated quickly faded and she began to buck her hips against him, moaning as Markus began to build his rhythm up from thrusting to pounding.
The pounding went on and on, and I finally had to move away from them as Marcus pounded into her stronger and stronger. Then, after a time, his pounding became frenzied, hungrier. His breathing turned into animalistic grunts, his need swelling with him. Finally, he lost all sense of rhythm and discipline, pushed his weight down on top of her, grabbed her shoulders, and pounded into her like I’ve never seen before. My wife was nearly screaming from the sensation, clawing at his back and wrapping her legs around him. Finally, Marcus’s grunts turned into moans - quickly joined by my wife as she felt his lock cock begin to pulse deep within her. He continued to thrust within her, his cock filling her with his hot cum. All my wife could do is hold on and moan, feeling pulse after pulse within her as her pussy filled with his hot cream.
Finally, the pulsing subsided, though he held his cock within her. The scene was amazing. My wife continued to gasp for air, releasing her hands from around his back. I could see nail marks here and there, where she had dug into him as he pounded his way toward climax. Marcus then planted a long, sensuous kiss on her mouth. She reached up and grabbed his dreadlocks, holding his mouth to hers as they kissed. It went on for a long time, finally ending with a few more little kisses, followed by the two of them smiling and then breaking into a few giggles.
“I like you” she said in a small, hoarse voice, staring up into his eyes. She kissed him again.
He returned the smile and a kiss, but remained on top of her. “I like you, too. And your naughty little fantasies.” He said. At this point, my wife began to wonder what was next. Then she knew... “You’re not done yet, honey.” He said. “You’re not full yet.”
With that, Marcus slowly pulled out of her and moved away. My wife looked like she was about to say something when Drake was there, pushing his cock into her creamy pussy. I watched as his thick, dark member disappeared to the root within her pussy. Little squirts of cum oozed out from between his cock and her pussy lips. “Oh god” my wife was just able to say as Drake proceeded to stretch her pussy anew by launching into yet another merciless pounding.
The scene was no less hot, and I was amused to hear a different tone to my wife’s moans as Drake fucked the living hell out of her.
Drake was an absolute beast once he got my wife all to himself. He was very powerfully built, and used it to ensure he left an impression. After pounding her good and long while holding her around the waist, he then pulled her towards him and had suddenly had her upright and wrapped around him, his cock impaled as deeply into her soppy pussy as it could go.
Wrapping his arms around her and nearly crushing her to him, he proceeded to fuck her even harder, thrusting up into her, loving the feel of her arms wrapped around his neck and her moans in his ear.
Drake was amazing to watch with her, and his endurance impressed both Marcus and I. Drake then laid her down on her back again and pressed himself down on top of her. The plan was to fill her pussy to overflowing with cum, and this was the best way to make sure it happened. Drake was a beast, his thrusts powerful and savage. My wife was helpless before him, overwhelmed and overstimulated. All she could do is moan, though even these were beginning to sound hoarse.
Pound, pound, pound, Drake was on a mission. Sweat ran off of his bald head, down his shoulders, and over his muscular back and shoulders. He was quieter then Marcus when he was fucking, though my wife’s whimpers and moans more then made up for it. Then, Drake was pounding her pussy like he was trying to drill through it. His eyes were closed, teeth clenched, muscles bunched. Then he was moaning, moaning and thrusting. My wife felt an explosion
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