Tony dug under her hips and sank bruising fingers into her butt, held her as he rammed her. His teeth sank into her shoulder as he humped into her gaping groin. She felt him lurch, between her thighs. Then he was full depth in her, and his dick was leaping and spurting like a firehose gone berserk. Yet another wave of male cream flooded her already swamped body, filled her to overflowing with thick fluid. She felt it flowing back out between her spasming cunt walls and his still-spurting dick. A hot, tickling trickle drizzled down from her gorged snatch, spilled over her bung hole, burned coldly between her ass cheeks as Tony yanked the globes apart and drained his balls into her.
Tony lay panting on her as his dick slowly withdrew from her depths. Finally, he heaved up off her. Kim lay sprawled on the sofa, dazed from the ravaging. Her twat was spasming as if in search of something. That something was not long in coming! Sid knocked his glasses against her cheek as he rammed his dick blindly at her. Reaching down, Kim grasped his pecker and directed it to her inundated hole. His first stroke pistoned in, and displaced a wave of jizz that spurted goolly down her ass. He fucked her with quick, nearly delirious jammings of his hips, slammed into her fast and hard, made her cunt blaze from the friction.
She was cumming. Again? Or still? She didn't know, and didn't really care. She didn't even try to hold onto the man on her, just lay there limply as he rammed into her. She felt boneless and crushed and drowned. She was barely aware of a snapping sound. Her ears were ringing with lust and the sound of cock pounding cunt. Then Sid hunched hard and she felt his cream spurt into her depths. Her twat gave a few exhausted spasms of its own. She moaned as flames flickered up and then faded away.
"Jesus, a camera?" Sid asked as he hauled himself up off her.
Kim blinked and focused blurrily on Jack just as he snapped the shutter, captured her on film. She was wantonly sprawled wide open. Her pussy was sadden with the cum of three men and her chin was crusty with jizz and spit from sucking the fourth. If ever there was a gross, pornographic display, this was it.
The camera flicked at her again, and she smiled weakly, felt a crazy trickle of pleasure. Let the whole world see! What did she care? Besides, she had told them there were no limits. She couldn't go back on that now.
"Sure will liven up those long lonely nights an the road," Tony chortled.
"Yeah! And you don't have a wife you have to hide the photographs from," Dennis griped.
"Ain't my fault you got hitched," Tony pointed out.
The camera snapped again. It was one that developed its own prints, Kim noted idly as she lay there, her legs still spread wide. Trying to increase the sexiness of the pose, she cupped her breasts and fingered her rigid rubbery nipples. Jack obligingly snapped another picture.
"You got any more film?" he asked Tony while Kim lay languidly on the sofa.
"Sure," Tony said, getting another film pack.
"How… how about some action shots?" Sid suggested.
"Hey, yeah!" Dennis said avidly.
"How are you gonna hide them from your wife?" Tony teased.
"You let me worry about that," Dennis snapped.
"What sort of action?" Jack asked.
"Anything!" Dennis answered, nervously brushing back his blond hair.
"How about she sucks your dick again?" Jack suggested, focusing the camera on Kim.
"Okay, but I want to screw her next," Dennis said.
"So don't cum in her mouth already," Jack snorted.
"Sit up," Dennis ordered.
Obediently, Kim drew her lop together, and turned and sat on sofa. She was boiling inside with mingled lust and disgust. She leaned forward and encircled Dennis' dick with her dainty lips. Then she gently fondled his testicles. She heard the camera snap at her. It was a hungry, carnivorous sound.
She kept sucking on his cock until he pushed her away. She leaned forward and peered curiously at a developing print. Her insides curled with horniness when she saw the photograph of her mouth stuffed with cock.
"Now me," Tony ordered, presenting his thrusting hard-on.
Kim engulfed his dong with her lips, and heard the camera grab her gross image once again. But Tony didn't give her time to really suck his dong – just left her with a lingering taste of jizz and her own cunt juices as he quickly retrieved his dong from her lips.
Then it was Jack, with Tony handling the camera. Finally, Sid produced yet another dong for her to devour. She slouched back on the couch, her mouth thick with the taste of sex. The men clustered around the photographs, drooled over them. She wondered if this was all there was to be. She felt a twinge of regret.
Reaching for her glass, she sluiced away the sex taste with a swallow of alcohol. The smokey bite of the Scotch warmed her belly. She crossed her legs, pinched her oozing slit shut. Idly, she studied the men who had fucked her. The sight of their dangling cocks did nothing for her. She found their hairy bodies vaguely repulsive. Yet, at the same time, attractive. She couldn't help comparing them with Perry, who was so young and clean-looking. She found the men's mature sexiness a little disgusting.
Jack looked up to where he was, coating the prints and leered at her hungrily. "No limits," he marveled.
Kim managed a tight smile and felt her insides steam up again. "None," she answered.
"Hey, how about some shots of her getting fucked?" Dennis asked.
"Why not?" Kim responded, her insides coiling tighter. Why not, after all? The only thing she hadn't done so far was get burned; and she suspected that was going to come sooner or later.
Probably, she let them pose her, find an angle that would show the actual penetration of her snatch. She was a toy in their hands, a living doll. They had her sit, on her back, kneel on hands and knees, and finally stand. She was bent forward and her hands were placed on the back of the sofa. Her ass jutted back towards them. A cock plunged into her flooded channel. The camera snickered at her as her hole was drilled by dick after dick.
Their first urges satisfied, the men now seemed prepared to cling to their hard-ons. They showed no interest in finishing their stroking in her. And, actually, she had no desire to make them cum, because she knew that would bring the evening to a close.
And, when the evening came to an end, she was going to have to face herself, and what she had done. So, she abandoned herself to the mad lust, let it blot out her worries. She let the four strangers fuck her and photograph her over and over again.
"Christ," Dennis growled at one point. "Wish the fuck my wife would do something like this."
"What? Whore for the whole town?" Jack guffawed.
"No, but let herself go a little," Dennis answered.
"I wouldn't mind getting a stroke into her hole," Tony admitted with rakish glee.
"I wouldn't mind you doing it," Dennis answered recklessly. "But she'd never go for it."
"Why don't you ask her?" Kim said suddenly.
"Huh?"
Kim eyed him. "How do you know she won't do it, unless you ask her!"
"Are you saying she'd go for Tony here?" Dennis asked.
Kim pursed her lips. "Put it to her the right way, under the right circumstances, and she might. She just might."
"Ridiculous," Dennis snorted, turning away. But Kim could see she had started the wheels turning in his head. Tony grinned at her. She grinned back.
"I… ah… hate to bring this up, but it's getting kinda late," Jack pointed out.
Kim spoke up quickly, almost desperately. "How about a last go around? Anything goes?"
"How about it!" Sid agreed. His tone was so horny it made her hair stand on end.
"Save time," Kim added, choking on her desperation. "Two at a time."
"Right on!" Tony agreed and guffawed loudly.
Before she could back down, Kim found herself on her knees on the sofa. Her elbows were resting on the arm. Behind her, Sid was aiming his cock between her thighs, and then sinking his tool deep in her cunt from behind. In front of her, Tony waved his heavy hard-on at her lips. Leaning forward, she engulfed the towering dork while lust raged up inside her. She felt the cock piston in her cunt, and sucked hard on Tony, took his prick to the back of her throat. Then, instead of letting him draw back and push in again, she worked her lips like she was devouring an over-sized string of spaghetti. She slowly worked his cock-head deeper and deeper, drove more and more of his hot, thrusting prick down her throat. Inch by agonizing, ecstatic inch, she took dick, until she had his cock-head down her gullet. Her nose was buried in Tony's thick bush. His hands were locked behind her head. He rammed his hips forward.