Chapter 15
Lori spread her fabulous legs, revealing her wet cunt slot, her gleaming, puffed labia. Some of her juice had dribbled through and shone in droplets in her curly yellow thatch. She was more than ready for the reaming, bouncing, slamming length of a male root.
Within a minute, Bob had worked her around on her knees and had fucked his big black cock into her asshole with the aid of two globs of lubricant. She knelt there, squealing as the big man jammed his dick in and out of her shithole with regular, wild rhythm, grasping under her for her big tits, which hung in this position like fleshy pendulums. She came as he stroked into her.
"I can't hold out much longer!" Bob gasped.
"UNGGGHHH ..." she moaned in answer, spasming again as her cunt reacted to the pummeling within the adjacent channel.
"Get in her cunt," Jean urged Brutus. Jean was masturbating herself furiously now, coming herself, her fluids running from her beautiful cunt, down her working fingers, puddling in the cupped palm of her hand, copious amounts of sweet stuffs, juicy traces of the slippery depths of her hungry dark pussy.
Brutus went forward after Bob had maneuvered Lori around and onto his lap while he sat there, spearing into her, his stiff dong doing wonders in her trembling ass. Lori groaned as she saw Brutus' cock moving toward her scarlet loveslot, gasped happily as he worked it into her, spasmed and came when she felt the two marvelous wangs touching through the inside sheath between asshole and vagina.
"You're filled up, pussy," Brutus whispered to her as he stroked in time with Bob's heavy, forceful lunges into her greased bunghole.
"Not yet she isn't!" Milo said. As he came forward, Lori was surprised to see that he had the nicest prick of any of them, though he was the smaller man. It was long and fat and looked so tremendous she wished it had filled her cunt and she had sucked Brutus off instead. "THIS IS FOR YOUR PRETTY MOUTH, Lori," he said, holding the warm meat in his hand.
"Yes ... let me ... suck that lovely pumper ..." she gasped as she was fucked by the two other male rods, each like poles of steel. "Put it in my mouth, Milo. Please. Hurry."
He brought the head of it to her lips, and she kissed it, licked the meat, then took a long lick along the heavy, sensitive underside. As she came again in her youthful, ripe slotbox, she gasped, leaped forward and sucked Milo's penis into her mouth, now furiously trying to draw jism from all three pistoning male dicks.
"You forgot one," John said, coming to her.
She grabbed his wang and began pumping it in her fist. "Come on my face," she said, then returned to sucking Milo's long penis, the taste of come lubricant in her mouth.
Bob reached around her, fondling her bobbling knockers, his own hands grazing Brutus' fingers as the big man squeezed her luscious mounds, too. Her nipples stood impossibly far out, and Brutus lowered his mouth, started chewing on them. He went from one to the other until sparkling saliva slimed the dark nips of both tits.
Lori reached up and took Milo's swinging nuts in her one free hand as she sucked his cock, bounced them so energetically it seemed she must surely be hurting him, though he made absolutely no attempt to stop any of her administrations, seemed eager to have her continue, in fact. His eyes were wide open, and he was fascinated by the sight of the hot, fat wang sliding in and out of her mouth, the thick blue vein wet, the bulbous head spreading her pretty lips to gain entrance much like it would spread the flaps of her labia, between her lovely legs. He grabbed onto her head and helped her pump her mouth down over the dripping length of him. He muttered nothingnesses to her, little cries of joy as she drew him closer and closer and closer and closer still ...
Sandy was between Jean's dark legs, her face pressed into the black girl's sopping crotch her tongue licking, seeking deeply into the slime of her womanhood. Bettina was convulsing with an orgasm as she finger-fucked her beautiful slot ...
"Oh, Christ, fucking goddamned Christ, I'm coming, honey!" Bob moaned, thrusting into Lori's stretched asshole, pounding harder and harder in a furious, bumping effort to give her as much as he could in his last moments before wet explosiveness and thick, hot discharge. Then his spunk was spurting out in thick wads, slimed deep into the recesses of her lovely ripe cuntpot, back where it burned possessively in her deepest fleshes.
"I feel your come ..." Brutus said as Bob blew his nuts off in her asshole. And it was true, divinely true and sensual. Buried in Lori's tight cunt, he could feel the explosions of Bob's jizz in her tight bunghole, could feel the pressure of the rushing wad as it forced itself back her sucking backdoor. The effect of the wild sensation was to bring Brutus closer to his own eruption, and he grabbed her tits more fiercely, bit her soft, tanned shoulders several times as her cunt milked him without his help.
"Come ... fuck it out ..." Lori gasped to the three who had not yet exploded. She sucked harder on the dong thrust out from between Milo's legs, jacked-off John's hard meat more excitedly.
Brutus groaned as he felt his sperm rise. He tried to grit his teeth and fight down the explosion, for he loved the sucking, rippling screwing he had been getting. He tried to think about things other than sex, about the shop and how things were going down there, whether he should stock more of those purses from the Seventy-ninth Street commune ... But it was pointless and silly. That was no way to hold back his desire and check the rising tide of his thick sex cream. There was nothing in the world he could think of to take his mind off Lori's lovely, ripe slot, the heavy tits in his hands, the cock he was watching her beautiful face slobber over and suck deep into her throat. Milo's balls hung above him ... He blasted his pudding down her wet trough, squeezing her tits hard as spasm after spasm jetted hot come into her dribbling pussy.
Milo suddenly arched his back, groaned, and blew his sperm into her mouth. His prick bob-bled out as she tried to swallow the first blast, and the second spurt splattered across her face, ran down her cheek. John, groaning with excitement, fountained in her hand, streaming more cream across the bridge of her pert nose.
Brutus kissed her, licked the come from her face as she squealed with climax after climax and had trouble getting air into her heaving lungs. She understood why it was called "smotherfucking" now. You could damn well smother to death from excitement!