"Oooooooh…" she moaned softly from time to time while working her sweating pelvis and belly between the two men, "oooooh… oooooh… yes… yes…" And then, suddenly, as her rocking pelvis quickened the pace, she gave way to the ultimate waves and ripples of desire that consumed her loins and fired her completely, moaning obscenely at the two of them, "Oh, yes… fuck me… fuck my cunt… fuck me hard… yessssssssssssss… fuck… fuck my asshole… fuck it so I can't stand it… harder, Larry… harder in my asshole, Larry… fuck me har-derrrrrrrrr!!!!"
"She's almost there!" cried Ken Atwell in front, his cock suffusing with her liquid heat in her pussy. "I'm gonna blast her now!"
"Hold off a little longer," said Larry from underneath her, his thick pulsating penis buried to the scrotal sack inside his voluptuous young wife's asshole, so much so that his scrotal sack and lust bloated testicles were squeezed between her flexing buttocks cheeks. "Just try and stall it off for a minute or two more… until she cums!"
"I don't know if I can wait that long," said Ken Atwell.
"Just try," hissed Larry, his own cock pulsing and throbbing like a geyser. "We just got to… hold on… a little while longer!"
Cindy's mind was a whirling kaleidoscope of strange and perverted sensations. She imagined she was nakedly kneeling in the shower room of some college, and all around her were naked shouting young men, all of them football players with big hot cocks… all of them stiff and throbbing… and all of the young athletes were trying to get up close to touch her with their big pricks and their heavy hands and their long wet tongues to kiss her… And every one of them wanted to be first… first to touch and fuck her hot wet pussy… and to grind a prick into her asshole, too!
She moaned constantly now, a gurgling moan of savage obscene passion spilling from her lips, over the tiny spot of blood where her sharp white teeth had bitten in anguished desperation. She pushed back harder still, skewering herself so hurtfully on the long rock-hard stiffness of her husband's manhood that she cried out loudly and grunted with every deep thrusting stroke. Her asshole felt as if it had been stretched two-feet wide, and the tunneling cock inside it could slip and slide as it wanted to. She could feel every inch of that big hard torpedo, and it made her want to explode with lusty desires like she'd never before known possible!
"Aaaaahah, fuck," she cried softly, bleating now and again about how nice it was to feel something so large. "I never knew," she moaned. "I never ever knew about it, Larry…! That's all…! Forgive me, darling…! Forgive me and fuck me hard, darling…! And you, too, Kenneth… Fuck my cunt until I die…! Fuck me until I bleed…! Ooooh, yes-sss… fuck… Give me your cum… give me your hot jism, you two… fuck me… fffaaaaawwwwkkkkkkkkkkkk mmmmeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"
Still stroking deeply-and even more so in response to her desperate passion-filled pleas for his cock-Ken Atwell continued to work his prick up into the voluptuous bride's pussy, while underneath, her husband foraged into her rectum with heartily beating upward thrusts! The two stiff pricks were working like mechanical pistons, slamming and blasting away into their target holes with lusty fierceness.
"Ahhh… ahhhhhhhiiieeee… ahhhhhhhh," cried Cindy Hanger, unable any longer to control her moans and lascivious groans of pleasure-ecstasy. "More… more… ahhhhhhhhieeeeeeee… morrrrrrrrrrrrrre…"
And then, as if it were planned this way, she began to swing her pelvis in wider and slower circles. And her moans became deeper and more deliberate, as if she were suddenly concentrating on something. She was no longer the one being buffeted between the two fucking cocks. Rather, she was taking complete control, searching out her ultimate satisfaction as only she now knew it to be possible. She moved her hips the way it would most please her in her cunt… and in her rectum… getting the most rubbing possible in the best places… inside her hotly pulsating pussy and asshole. It was as if at that moment she'd become awakened to the fact that she was a woman capable of orgasm!
And she gave way to the remarkable blasting she was feeling inside her… the incredible rubbing and grinding of the two hard-driving flesh nails poking and impaling her time and again!
"Awwww… yes, yes! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhh! I'm cummmmmmMMMMIINNGGGGGG!" she squealed, pulling back against the hot cock in her rump and letting the one in front go rapidly jamming in and out of her soaking wet tightly contracting pussy. Her front love tunnel squeezed down tight around that hard driving cock that filled her there, and then she felt some hot bolts of thick cum spurting into her belly, and she moaned, "Oh, yes, I'm cumming and you're cuming and it's beautiful… fucking beautiful…!"
"Are you doing her now?" asked Larry from behind, his prick feeling like it was about to explode.
"Oooooh, yeah, man," said Ken Atwell. "I just couldn't wait any longer! Yeah… and she's good, good, good!"
"I'm gonna go now, too!" hissed Larry Hanger, unable to stand the ache of lust that filled his expanded testicles. "Honey, from me to you! Uuuummmmphhhhh!" He grinded forward smacking into her tight little cock-clenching ass cheeks with full force. "Arrrrrrrrgggghhhhhh!" he cried, like an Indian beginning a warpath tirade.
"Yieeeeeeehhhhhhhh!" she wailed impassioned as the hard throbbing cock pounded punishingly and relentlessly into her now needy ass flesh. "Oooohhhh, cummmmmmmmmmm… mmmmmmmm…" she gutturally responded, her face contorted now with the high pitch of aroused ecstasy that consumed her finally submissive body. She'd given way and like her two lovers whose hefty pricks were charging her body full of their hot cream, she was having her own girly cum… the first of its kind for her… the final victory!
"Ah, yes, Larry!" she cried out in animalish frenzy as she felt his jism salvoing into her rectum and searing the insides of her bowels, filling her with hot white semen. "Keep cuming, darling… Keep fucking and cuming… Ooooh, yes… yes… yes…" Soon she was blurting out a groan in response to every hot wad of semen that spilled into her back hole, and she was no longer able to control or contain herself in any way.
For an instant, the young bride opened her eyes and looked across the room. There on the sofa she espied Angela Heet. That young woman sat in a position of total debauchery with her legs spread wide and her cunt splayed open, one hand under her buttocks, the other pumping fiercely at her nakedly wet clit and vagina lips. "Ahhhhhhhh… fuck," she was moaning, masturbating herself in rhythm to the fucking of the young bride, "keep fucking you three… keeeeeeeeeeeep ffffffuuuucccckkkkiinnggg!"
Cindy looked down between her legs, where Ken Atwell's cock filled her pussy with hot pulsating thrusts. "Don't stop," she hissed, reaching around and taking hold of his naked pumping ass-cheeks. "Just keep going."
"Lady," he said, "I wouldn't dream of stopping!"
"I'm gonna get another erection," cried Larry Hanger from behind his wife, his cock still buried to the hilt in her asshole. "I'm getting another hard-on while I'm inside her!"
"Me, too," said Ken Atwell. "We'll just keep fucking her silly, eh?!"
"Yeah," said Larry. "One more time for luck!"
"A luck-fuck," moaned Cindy Hanger, her pleasure mounting again and again as waves of all-consuming, enveloping cum pleasure took over her cock-suffused semen-drenched flesh. "Yes, yes, a luck fuck, from my two favorite men… yes… fuck… me… again…! Again!"
Sandwiched between the two of them, she moved with the pulse and rhythm of her own hotly contracting pussy that had taken on the pace of a natural multiple orgasm. She let her body flow and weave with the pumping cocks that filled her twin pelvic orifices and gave way over and over again to what was no longer humiliating but completely pleasurable… as her body mounted toward yet another round of perfect ecstasy, the ecstasy which until a half-hour before she'd been trying to avoid all of her life!