"Oh don't, don't!" she pleaded. "It's enough. I just can't handle anymore. You'll kill me. You're much too big!"
But he only laughed at her, smacking his lips and flicking out his tongue like a snake, a poisonous snake she thought with a shudder. He guided his thick weapon in and out of her anus as Lois clawed at the air and felt her insides screaming out with raw tortured pain.
Her rectum was filled with semen and Tony watched as his friend moved his own hard dick in and out of the woman's mushy asshole, never stopping. "Shit, it's so nice and scummy," Monroe called out, stretching Lois' rectal walls as much as they could bear. She was nearly blinded by the pain as the man's cock worked its way into her. It seemed much bigger and thicker than Tony's and her sphincter muscles were going out of control, having spasms as the man plowed into her, harder and faster.
"Beautiful, beautiful," he kept moaning, pounding into her. "What a fuck, what a great hot mushy fuck!" Holding her legs up, he worked quickly, breathing in deeply as Lois stared up at him, not believing what was happening to her.
She watched Monroe's blue-black cock appearing and then disappearing between her legs. He didn't touch her pussy and she felt the pressure of his cock-shaft pushing against the thin septum, the divisional membrane which separated her vagina from her rectum.
It was, she realized, as if he was plowing into both holes at once, fucking up a storm, moving heavily against her. She listened to the insistent thud and pounding as her weary flesh was used without mercy. It seemed to her that Monroe had a sexual appetite which knew no bounds. He wasn't a man, but a freak, a freak with a cock that rightly should have belonged on a horse and a libido that made him seem like a wild-man, an insane sex-starved savage.
And then, as far as Lois Baxter was concerned, the grossest moment arrived. Tony rummaged among his tools and returned with something in his hand. Suddenly, she saw Monroe brandishing a thick wooden hammer, a blunt-headed mallet of some kind. He held it in his hand and kept laughing, even as he continued humping away.
"Oh you won't, you couldn't!" she shouted, thinking that he was going to kill her.
That, however, hadn't even entered Monroe's mind.
For he took the wooden instrument, this foot-long thick wooden mallet and pushed it right between the lips of her pussy, shoving it down into her snatch. Lois screamed out as she felt the thick phallic weapon bearing down into her, filling her completely. It was thicker and longer than either of the two cocks she had already experienced and she felt about to disintegrate.
Then, using one hand to friction the makeshift dildo in and out of her widely gaping and amazingly stretched hole, Monroe kept moving, pumping into her ass even faster and harder than before. His huge pendulous nuts, still loaded with come, slammed and thudded against her upraised bottom and Lois saw the man's muscles rippling sensuously across his chest.
The veins stood out as his black shaft came into view, braided with thick protruding bands that pulsed hotly as Monroe kept working on her bottom, enjoying his non-stop fucking with gusto and considerable excitement. And then Lois began to come, suddenly, her orgasm catching her unawares.
Her hole was filled with the mallet which moved and frictioned up against her battered vaginal walls. She began to claw and scream, a gurgle of lust rising up from her guts, as Monroe kept pouring his meat into her, coming as well.
His pecker exploded, showering hot come into her ass, filling her bottom once again as he screamed out vile names, cursing her and raving on and on. His body hammering her down to the floor as he shoved the mallet down to her uterus, battering it into place.
"Man, what an ass. Shit Mother you fucking tight-assed white bitch!" he cried. "How does it feel? Do you have what you want? Is it enough for you, honky, or do you want me again? Shit, you wanted cock so bad, big black cock and now you have it. Oh God it feels so good all this come shooting out, shooting…" and his words trailed off as he fell against her, pushing the mallet almost out of sight as Lois cried out, trembling and shaking with orgiastic pleasure.
Her excitement was unbelievable and she was still experiencing yet another climax when Monroe lay against her. His cock was petering out and several minutes later she began to feel the pressure decreasing as his penis got smaller. Finally, Monroe lifted himself off of her and pulled the mallet out of her snatch. It was soaked with cunt juice and he threw it disgustedly to the floor, pulling his tool out and staggering to his feet.
Lois lay there, trying to catch her breath.
She was covered with sweat and come. White gobs of cream covered and filled the wet chink of her ass, pouring out of her vagina as well. She was literally resting on a puddle of semen and she didn't have the energy to get to her feet. Every part of her body throbbed and the memory of what had happened – what she had allowed to happen, she saw then with a flash of recognition – the memory of her orgasms and what the men had done to her, filled her with a nameless shame and unvoiced dread.
She didn't know what to do.
As she watched Monroe and Tony pulling on their clothes and moving back to their work, Lois got to her feet, clutched her nightgown to her naked body and hurried upstairs to her bedroom. She didn't know what to do and it was several hours later that they left, saying that they had fixed the leak.
But as for Lois Baxter, she was still dripping, even after having taken a second shower.
Had he known what his wife had been up to that morning, what had been up her in more ways than one, Bret Baxter might have felt a little easier, a little more sure of himself. But he was as ignorant of Lois' infidelities as she was of his.
No wonder she thinks I'm getting old and dull in the sack, he thought to himself, sitting over his second cup of coffee and knowing that he'd have to get back to the office in less than half an hour.
But he couldn't move. He was rooted to his seat at the lunch counter, thinking of the things he had done in the last few months, thinking of the women he had screwed and the times he had come home late at night with a ready excuse on his lips, able to lie away any of his wife's nagging doubts.
I don't know what it is, he thought to himself. I just need more, more and more. One cunt doesn't satisfy me. Shit, everyone we know thinks we're a perfectly happy married couple. If they only knew the truth, if they only had a smattering of what really goes on in our lives.
For things, he knew, were not as they should have been. Despite a successful career, a loving wife and two good kids, Bret Baxter was not a particularly happy man. He wanted to save his marriage, but it seemed to him that his cock always got in his way. He was always hankering after pussy, pussy that belonged to someone other than his wife.
Not that Lois didn't satisfy him, but the very act of making it with a stranger really turned him on and made him perform all the better. Glancing about, bored and ill at ease, he found himself staring at one of the waitresses.
She wore a slinky black uniform of some satin-like material, a huge and elaborately folded hanky covering one of her tits. Big boobs, he noticed with growing delight, feeling his cock tingling in his pants.
That's what I need, Bret decided. A good fast piece, one-two-three, no questions asked.
And the more he looked at the waitress, the more he wanted to ball her. A sense of excitement overcame him as he glued his eyes to the woman's lush curvy figure and her huge ripe jugs. Draining his cup of coffee, he was determined to have her. And as she walked behind the counter, taking orders, handing sandwiches and plates of steaming food to the other customers, he watched her ass swaying and dipping, bouncing an invitation from side to side until his penis was poking up, struggling to get out of his trousers.