Chris looked upwards and let out a sigh of pleasure as my wife sucked him. I began to stroke my cock, thinking how much smaller I looked compared to the man that was about to make love to my wife and trying not to cum as I watched.
Her pussy felt fantastic. Not as strong as Lisa’s of course, more glove-like. Creamy and smooth, with a velvety grip coating my cock in ecstasy. And Simone was loving it. As I’d seen on the lawn she is sensual and highly sexed.
My eyes grew a little bit, by her expression when she slid down the silk boxers and exposed his, already hard cock. It was large, not Chris large… but at least eight inches and rather fat around. She coupled her hands around it as she looked back at me with a look of excitement on her face. “This is nice,” she said to me, before turning and taking him into her mouth.
Every so often the stream of guys would slow down and I’d get a chance to run my hands over my body, massaging the cum into my tits and pussy. But then another cock would jerk off onto my face or slide into my cum slippery cunt.
He spat on my forehead and told me I couldn’t leave until every guy in the room was done cumming. As he talked shit, a third guy positioned himself behind my upturned ass and shoved his lubed cock into my hole.
I’d dress to not be recognized. I usually wore a hat and a large coat. But underneath, predictably, I’d wear as little as the porn stars I loved to watch. Sometimes I would wear a skirt and top. Sometimes just a thong.
My senses filled with utter delight. I was being eaten by a man and eaten so nicely. And as he licked on my hot little cunt, I pinched down hard on my sensitive nipples. Coach Martin shoved a finger back up into my clutching cunt-hole. I was dripping all over his hands and face, as he sucked my clit, gently.
Cum ran down my body from my face, where most of it hit, over my tits and tummy, down to my kneeling thighs. While I sucked, I had fingered myself to a handful of small orgasms, each one more intense than the last.
I would watch a bit of everything kinky–bondage, spanking, latex, anal–but I always returned to the same fetish, the one that made my heart skip and flutter and the rest of my body throb. It was bukkake.
An hour past like this, one cock after another pushing through the hole. I gorged myself on the cocks and and covered myself with their cum. I counted the first seven, then lost count, counted another four, then lost count.
The shop girl had directed me to a gloryhole booth without telling me. I learned this when a veiny, thick, completely anonymous cock pressed through a hole in the wall of my booth in between the chair and the screen.
I stroked the cock with my lips while the squeals of bukkake sluts on the screen drowned out all the sound. I couldn’t hear when the guy on the other side started to cum, but I could feel his dick pulse in my mouth.
I gasped in shock but only for a second. It already oozed precum, which dripped a long string down to the floor. I watched another blond on the screen take a cumshot on her already sticky labia. My craving took over.
I dropped to my knees on the filthy floor. I pressed up to the gloryhole and eagerly lapped my tongue over the salty cockhead in front of me. Needing to be filled, I quickly swallowed half the strange shaft down into my throat.
As his huge, hard, long dick rammed deep into her pussy, almost driving hard into her womb, Alicia wrapped her long, soft legs tighter around Eric’s waist, pulling him deeper into her with each thrust.