“What… “ she began, startled by his action, and then yelped as his well-lubricated finger slid effortlessly deep into her rectum. “What… what are you… doing…? “ she grunted as Hunt locked his arms around her waist.
“Ready?” Sam asked.
“Go ahead,” Hunt ordered, then looked up at Sylvia’s disbelieving face. “Just relax.”
Sam slithered between her legs and stared at the unprotected golden mounds of flesh and its brown puckered little opening. He inserted a finger and began finger-fucking her.
“You can’t. Not both of you at the same time,” Sylvia cried, horrified. She turned to Tony for help. “You can’t let them.”
Tony, unexpectedly, laughed. “Darling, you must have double and triple features up in your swap club. Just relax. You’re with friends. We won’t hurt you.”
Sam cackled, and then, fiercely stroking his cock, he put the head against the tiny clenching anal ring and shoved.
Sylvia suddenly felt the straining elastic ring of her asshole give way under Sam’s relentless pressure.
“Aaaaagggghhh,” she screamed, and her face reflected pain and shame, and yet at the same time, some unfathomable thing.
masochistic joy, perhaps. She made a frantic twisting effort to pull her lewdly stretching rectum away from the cruel invading cudgel, but Hunt held tightly to her from below.
Sam whined, “God… that’s a tight little one.” Hunt laughed. Tony and Jack watched, fascinated, as Sam’s lust-hardened rod disappeared in the wide-stretched opening between the two smoothly quivering mounds of flesh. Sylvia groaned loudly through the entire insertion. Finally, it was all the way in. Sylvia cried out in an almost inarticulate voice filled with torment as he began moving it back and forth. She tried twisting down away from him, only to find herself being skewered even more deeply on Hunt’s jerking cock. She attempted to throw Sam off, but the waggling of her ass caused his prick to burrow even deeper in her bowels… already hideously stretched beyond capacity.
Then, both men were moving in unison, driving in and out of her cunt and asshole like well-oiled machinery neither missing a stroke. Sylvia suffered through it, knowing now this was her punishment for getting involved in this perverted sex club. It was her own stupidity, her own illogical desire for revenge that had brought her to this place, and now she was paying for her stupidity. The payment was this cruel debasement in public, this degradation… this pain. Pain? I should feel pain, she thought. I need pain to be punished. But even this absolution was denied her, for the pain had evaporated under the encroachment of the two cocks. Now she felt… she felt? What? She could feel Hunt’s pubic hair grazing teasingly against her belly, could feel Sam’s bristly balls hot against her legs. She recognized the sudden rippling of her own internal muscles, and knew she must control herself “Punish me, oh, God, punish me!” she whispered, not knowing why she was mewling the words, but feeling punishment was better than this evil sensation of wantonness in her bowels and cunt. A moment later, she was whimpering, “Fuck harder… fuck me harder in the asshole and punish me.” There was an ocean of excitement surging and pounding in her loins as wave after wave of pure feeling crashed in on the wild lonely shores of her cunt’s consciousness. For her now, there was only an almost insatiable desire as she reveled in the perverted sodomizing of her defenseless asshole and felt her vagina being cruelly raped by an uncouth stranger. The shame and humiliation had fled, leaving behind only uncontrollable spasms of delight that continued to build with each inward thrust of the two lustfully driving pricks.
Now she was to find, as Tony gently took her head and turned it toward him, that two cocks really were not enough for her. She wanted more! She stared gratefully toward him as his powerful, throbbing penis was lowered salaciously toward her mouth. She parted her lips in a soft smile, and wrapped her fist warmly around his masculinity, jerking it impatiently toward her. The feeling of carnal delight completely blacked out her only remaining vestiges of decency and intelligence, as she eagerly took the alien cock in her mouth and began slowly and wetly sucking. Only then being fucked in all her bodily orifices by three men.. did she begin to feel the full humiliation, her debasement, was complete.
She stared through unseeing eyes at the cock in her mouth, at Tony’s reddish-blond pubic hair. God! it was evil. But, it was beautiful! She nibbled and sucked and tickled the softness of his testicles with her fingernails. In penitence, she slaved over his penis with her own drooling saliva, lavishing her fevered tongue over its base, along its sensitive underside, playing and caressing it with every lick. She nibbled gently at the throbbing, rubbery head, and her tongue sought out and tried to enlarge the urethral opening. She concentrated on the lust-hardened penis to the exclusion of all other things, and she realized that… like some participant in a black religious mass she loved it in her mouth. She wanted his hot juices of love-cum to fill her throat. Frantically then, she began using her hand to milk the shaft of his prick, making her lips and mouth form a powerful sucking vacuum.
She forced herself to keep on thinking about it, thinking about the moment that wonderful instrument would swell almost twice-sized in her mouth, and the elixir of his manhood would suddenly begin spurting like an uncapped geyser exploding under intolerable underground pressure.
An interruption in Hunt’s and Sam’s smooth tempo flicking into the dual orifices down between her legs made Sylvia shift her concentration to what was happening to her body back there. Sam was rasping and moaning like a man about to have a heart attack, and then abruptly, spewing obscenities, he shoved his hardened shaft of flesh in as far as it would reach into the tightly clenching depths of her rectum. Sylvia felt the first tentative squirt of hot boiling semen begin to flood her asshole. Sam was acting like a sex-crazed maniac now as he pounded his prick mercilessly into the warm rubbing depths of her rectum. And he continued to cum… continued to cum until the white hot cream bubbled and gurgled out of her anus, to run in a shining white river down her inner thighs. Sylvia quivered beneath him, enjoying now the majesty of Hunt’s still hardy prick slamming into her. She did not lose the rhythm of her mouth on Tony’s cock, not even when Sam pulled out his rapidly deflating cock from her still clenching anus and moved over to make room for Jack. She was so well-lubricated from the earlier petroleum jelly and Sam’s semen that Jack’s larger cock slid all the way up into her forever stretched rectum without hesitation.
And now, as though the first string team had returned to action, all three of the men worked and bucked in unison… pounding into anus, mouth and cunt with a hypnotic savage rhythm. Sylvia knew she was cumming. She didn’t encourage it; as a matter of fact, she fought it. She didn’t want a climax not yet! She wanted to feel it all, to experience it all. Everything! Her body had other ideas, however. It began to twist and surge and turn to catch every sensationaclass="underline" movement they made. She was afire with unholy delight. Her senses were failing. The beautiful taste of cock in her mouth was slowly fading. Her breasts were numb, her heart pounding… her ears deafened to the obscene encouragements of the men. And suddenly, an earthquake of passion began its tremoring devastation of her body. She tried to tell them she was cumming, but all she got out of her cock-filled mouth was a strangled unintelligible sound.
Hunt apparently sensed her approaching climax, for he began speeding up his movements. His cock banged hard against her cervix, bringing an indescribable sweet feeling of pure animal lust and pleasure to her. Jack’s elongated penis rode smoothly in and out of her anus as he speeded up at the same moment that Hunt changed pace.