Simon and Jaxton found a rhythm fast. When Simon drove in, Jaxton pulled out, and like that, nothing they did was too much. Her ass squelched around Jaxton’s size stuffed into her ass, but she never noticed. Her eyes watered and she stared up at Milo, gagging on his beautiful prick and loving it.
Vibrations. Revving.
Milo pulled out nearly to her lips and she fisted his root, jacking him hard and laughing around his tip. He slammed his cock back into her mouth and she stared up at him, grinning and crying all at once as Simon thrust up harder and harder at her.
A slammed door and a shout. A name. Her name.
Jaxton’s cock jackhammered into her ass. He was fucking her deeper now, but she was used to him by that point and could take the extra inch. God, he felt good. Stuffing her so full.
Keys. The lock turning.
Simon fucked up into her harder and harder, sweat on his brow, his chest. He’d been fucking her for so long. Twenty minutes. Half an hour. So long. He was close, too. She could feel how tense he was.
Then the noises registered. Jim.
“No,” her husband moaned. “No, Emilia, no.”
She sucked Milo harder, bobbing her head up and down his length. She was still covered in come from… someone. Jaxton, she thought, but it didn’t really matter. By the end of the day they’d have all come in every one of her holes, covered her, made her theirs in every conceivable way.
“Milo? Jax? S-Simon?”
“Heya Mr. Candless,” Milo said, grabbing the back of Emilia’s head and fucking her face all the way to his balls. He held his cock there as her eyes watered. “We’ll be done in a minute.”
“Emilia!” Jim shouted. “Are you… are they forcing… get the fuck off her!”
“I don’t think she wants to do that, Jim,” Simon said, gripping Emilia’s waist. “How about it, Mrs. Candless? Milo, let her talk.”
Milo jerked out of her throat and leaned backwards. Emilia, gasping, tried to grab at his cock and pull it back to her.
“Emilia, I asked you a question,” Simon said, turning her chin to look at him as he pounded up into her pussy. “Want us to stop? Or do you want me to come in your hot MILF cunt?”
“Emilia?” Jim whimpered.
“Come in me, come in me, all of you come in me,” Emilia begged. Over her shoulder, she looked at Jim and croaked, “I tried to tell you. They’re fucking me so good, Jim. You’re never going to have me again. I’m their whore. I’m their slut.” She whipped her attention back to Simon. “Come in your slut. Own my fucking pussy.”
Simon laughed and grabbed her waist. He pushed in three, maybe four times while Jim staggered backwards in slow motion, trying to look away but unable to. Simon came, his cock pumping up into her, coming, coming, coming, and Jaxton’s cock in her ass was so close too. She gasped and leaned back, reaching up for his face.
“Come in my ass, do it, do it baby.”
Milo jacked his cock right at her face and she grabbed it, jerking it for him, begging him for it as Jim ran to his car and fled.
* * *
The living room looked like a battlefield. Jaxton rested on a corner of the couch, gasping for air. He’d been the last one to fuck her again after washing his cock off. Night had fallen a long time ago, and by now, they’d lost count of the number of times each of them had used the MILF’s holes.