Cock? God, yes, that was what she wanted. She couldn't stay like this, so near and yet so far from a wonderful blazing climax. Cock was what she wanted, what she had to have. Desperately, she struggled to her hands and knees, her head swinging as she sought her savior.
Carl sat slouched back in one of the plush easy chairs. He was totally naked. He held the towering staff of his prick in his hand, and was waving it gently. "There it is, bitch. Come and get it. Crawl for it – crawl!"
Whimpering in the grip of desperate carnal need, Sue crawled. Her heavy breasts swayed under her. The Oriental rug was harsh and scratchy against her knees and hands. She kept her starving green eyes focused on the pink-capped tower of salvation in Carl's lap.
Carl spread his legs as she approached him. Frantically, she clung to the edge of his chair and pulled herself up, never taking her eyes off his marvelous prick. It stood up proudly, towering over his sperm-loaded balls and their wrinkled sac.
"Aaaaahhhh!" she screamed in sudden agonizing pain as he twisted his fingers cruelly in her thick red hair.
Brutally, Carl twisted her head back so he could look at her passion-ravaged face. She blinked back the tears as she gazed up at him. "You want cock?" he asked softly. "Then suck it."
"Noooo," Sue groaned. "Noooo, not that. That's not what I want."
"Suck it, bitch!" Carl said nastily. "Then, maybe later you'll get what you want. Right now, you're going to give me what I want." He forced her head down so that she was staring at the huge jutting column of his cock. The tiny slit at the tip, just inches from her face, seemed to be gloating at her. Carl pushed her face down onto his prick.
"Suck it!" he ordered viciously.
Near tears from pain, humiliation, and searing sexual need, Sue steadied his prick with her fingers.
She licked her lips nervously, then slowly opened them to admit his hot meat. Her nose was filled with the thick, heavy scent of him.
"No teeth!" be cautioned her sharply.
Dutifully, Sue shielded her teeth with her lips then bathed the underside of his cock with her tongue as he forced her head down still further. Her mouth was filled with saliva, forcing her to swallow, forcing her to suck the meat he was shoving into her. Her throat knotted and her belly convulsed from both disgust and lust. It was so incredibly awful, this vile act with this animal. But it was so incredibly good, too! It was sending her lust soaring, making her empty cunt drool wantonly down her thighs.
The abrupt painful grip of hands around her waist would have made her lurch upward, away from Carl's cock, if it hadn't been for his unyielding grip on her hair. Someone sank strong fingers into her flesh, steadying her hips, holding her still.
If Sue's mouth had not been stuffed with cock, a deafening screech would have been wrung from her. As it was, she gurgled around the tower between her lips at the feel of something jabbing at her ass, wedging its way between her buttocks, hitting the bottom of the crevice between her cheeks, then slamming at the closed gate of her anus. Desperately, she tried to twist her pelvis to get that heavy battering ram into her, cunt, but Bill refused to let her, and kept the tip of his prick insistently on the tight bud of her asshole.
"Aaarrrgggghhhh!" Sue gargled around the cock in her mouth as she felt Bill ram his cock at her asshole.
"Shut up and suck!" Carl snarled, ramming her head down on his iron-hard cock. The head of his cock corked her throat, bruising the tender tissues there, cutting off her air.
Sue thrashed helplessly against the two men as they sought to ravish both ends at once. Her insane lust boiled higher and higher at the combined assault. She felt her anal sphincter yielding reluctantly, spreading open a millimeter at a time, to admit the knobby head of Caldwell's eager cock.
"Suck," Carl repeated, guiding her head up and down in a fucking motion, drawing his cock almost all the way out of her, then slamming it back down her throat. Frantically, Sue sucked, swallowing the flooding waves of spit that were pouring from her salivary glands. The swallowing scrubbed her tongue against the underside of his cock, stimulating him still further, drawing still more juice from his already over ready prick.
She thrashed at the searing agony in her ass. Then she lurched as her anal ring snapped into the groove behind the head of Bill's cock. Suddenly, instead of resisting, her rectum seemed almost to suck his cock into it. She felt his shaft sear through her anus and fill her rectum until his hips slammed against her cushiony ass with a jolt that rocked her clear to the top of her head. Her mouth closed tightly around Carl's oozing prick.
"Yeah," Carl whispered. His head tipped back, he grinned with pleasure as he stared at Bill Caldwell at Sue's opposite end.
Sue had the feeling the two men had planned this all out ahead. The cock in her mouth was driving halfway down her throat every time Carl slammed her face down on him. Bill Caldwell, meanwhile, was ramming his cock into her ass with heavy, powerful thrusts. Her bottom felt as if it were being ripped to bloody tatters by his brutal, unsympathetic attack.
And her lust was soaring higher and higher and higher, forcing her to suck still more eagerly on Carl's cock, and to wriggle her ass to increase the blazing agony of her buggering. Reaching back under herself with one hand, she sank her fingers deep into her streaming pussy, and ground her thumb down on her clitoris. She could actually feel Bill's cock pistoning in her ass with the fingers she had stuffed into her cunt.
Bill's prick blazed from the unbelievable friction in her anal channel. The feel of her fingers pressing his prick through the thin barrier separating her openings was all it took to trigger his orgasm. He jammed his cock into her greasy bowels and unloaded his cum in thick, powerful heaves.
Sue's mouth sucked hungrily at the cock in it, her tongue pressed the thick bar of live meat against the roof of her mouth, and suddenly Carl's prick was shivering with the recoil as thick cum rammed down her throat. She gulped and swallowed as wave after cummy wave of fluid spurted against the back of her throat and poured down into her stomach.
Sue was coming like she had never come before. She was spitted on cocks in both ends and felt like she was being turned over a blazing bed of coals as her orgasm went on and on and on. She was being flooded with male fluids, and her pussy was flooded with her own burning, sticky, slimy juices.
Then the prick in her mouth was shrinking, and she was crapping Bill Caldwell's drained and withering tool out of her ass. Bill released her hips, and Carl freed her head, and Sue tumbled to one side and sprawled helplessly on her back on the floor. As she lay there, her legs spread wide like a frog's, her pussy glaring in the heart of her auburn bush, she quivered in the grip of her dying climax.
Stan Simpson a wiping the creamy fluids of a masturbatory climax off his hand as be slouched in a chair and stared at Sue. Bill Caldwell, his prick shining with sperm, fouled from its penetration of her ass, got to his feet. Carl Randall remained in the chair, breathing hard, his cock and pubic hair soggy with cum and spit.
Sue felt like one large lake of semen. She had cum in her mouth and on her face. Cum was trickling slowly out of her stretched asshole, and drying cold and sticky on the insides of her thighs.
"Get up," Bill ordered. "Get dressed, and get out of here."
Weakly, Sue tried to obey.
"Oh, for God's sake, help her to the door!" Bill snapped. "After you get her dressed, that is."
In minutes, Sue was dressed and was being ushered to the door. She was thrust out into the bright glare of the late-afternoon sun, and staggered wearily toward the yacht club.
"Where the hell have you been?" Jerry greeted her, his tone a mixture of anger and worry.
Sue fell into his arms, and their lips met in a desperate, hungry kiss, both of them feeling a desire for the other they hadn't felt in months.