“Oh Yeah, tight, so tight, yeah.”
She had turned her head, and saw a stiff 7-inch dick ready, and as he moved in she opened her mouth to suck him in. She felt her hands being taken and each hand was filled with a surging dick.
She moaned in real life, and she took her ball gag and gagged herself, if she didn’t, she’d be howling the house down.
She felt every ridge of the cock in her mouth, moving at a leisurely pace, and after the first few thrusts, they got into a rhythm, and she was getting a triple fuck, while stroking off 2 more dicks. It was like nothing she’d ever enjoyed, feeling 2 cocks rubbing against each other as her lower holes were shafted, while her mouth rode a hard dick and her hands were busy with two cocks. The sheer perversity of the situation inflamed her lust even more, and she had let them use her as a living sex doll. She could feel the guy fucking her mouth speeding up, and she was ready for the explosion.
“Fuck, oh fuck yeah, gonna cum, FUCK!”
She felt the cock swell and start to pulse, and his hot spunk filled her mouth. She gulped down the first mouth-filling rush and nursed at his dick, savoring the thick streams that coated her tongue.
The guys who were getting their dicks stroked reached out and gently cupped a breast each. Their hands squeezed and released her breasts, gently tweaking her nipples, and she felt the fucking reaching a crescendo.
Her boyfriend grunted and growled and she felt the hot wet splatter as her blew his nut right between the cheeks, painting her dark cavern white with his load. That started a chain reaction, as Dianne’s hips thrust up to meet the cock plundering her cunt, she felt it swell up, then spasming wildly, and it began to spray his cum deep inside her, she had exploded into orgasm at that point, and she did in real life, remembering the feel of the other two guys, a couple of seconds later, their rock hard dicks bucking in her hands, and the hot, wet splatter of their cum across her breasts.
Her body was writhing on the bed, the ball gag muffling her cries of orgasmic joy, riding waves of sizzling pleasure as she recalled that night, the highlight of her sexual experience. She finally felt her orgasm start to ebb, and she flopped back, feeling dreamy with contentment.
After college, she had married a year after graduating and stayed true to her husband who was a very good lover. He had died 2 years ago, a heart attack, and he had only been the same age as her, at 46. It had taken her a long time to get over his death.
The house she had bought and was having renovated was part of the process, shaking off the ghosts of the past, and moving ahead.
She had dated a couple of guys in the past 6 months, slept with them once or twice, and that was it. She wasn’t up to making a long commitment, she just wanted some hot, enjoyable sex. And with her son-in-law in the same house, she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation.
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