When he was fifteen, he could cum bucket-loads and be hard again in no time. As he worked his hardness in and out of his wife’s cunt, slicking it up with her cream and his Hanif’s spunk, he licked his fingers and began working them into his wife’s puckered asshole.
“Yes Ohhhhhh yes. Stick your fingers in me,” Sharmila moaned as her husband slowly worked in his fingers up to the knuckle. “Get me ready for your cock.” Sharmila panted.
“Less talk, more suck,” said Hanif. Now hard again, grabbed Sharmila’s head and held it in place. Bucking his hips up and down, he began to fuck her mouth from below, stopping every now and then so that she could get some air.
Samaresh took his cum covered cock from his wife’s pussy and positioned it at the entrance to her shit-hole. He rubbed it around in a circular motion a few times, just to tease his wife, who was unable to object due to the fact that Hanif was treating her mouth like a second cunt.
Then, Samaresh pushed his cock hard into his wife’s ass. Half his length disappeared into her shitter and he heard her try to shout out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Drawing out slowly, he pushed back in, this time all the way to the base, his balls slapping off her pussy. Picking up the pace, he fucked his wife’s ass as hard as Hanif was fucking her mouth. The feeling was unbelievable.
Two weeks ago, he and Sharmila had had a boring sex life. They fucked monotonously once in a week. But ever since the affair of Sharmila with her Muslim baby lover, they were engaged in some sort of sexual activity around the clock and Sharmila had really taken to the role of family slut, there to be fucked whenever and however they pleased.
“I’m gonna cum again,” said Hanif as he pulled Sharmila’s head further down on his prick.
“I gotta cum too honey,” Samaresh shouted.
“Where do you want it, in your ass? Or on you face?” Hanif pulled his cock out of her mouth so Sharmila could answer. “Face.” Sharmila panted.
“Kneel down,” Samaresh told his wife as he pulled his cock from her asshole and began to pound his shaft with his right hand. Sharmila got down in front of her husband and Hanif came beside Samaresh. As man and boy wanked furiously, Sharmila reached out and began to massage their balls with her hands.
“Oh baby! Yes! Yes!” Samaresh roared as he shot a long creamy jet of cum on his wife’s face. Not wanting to waste a drop, Sharmila quickly clamped her mouth over her husband’s cockhead and sucked the rest of his load into her mouth.
“Oh Kakima go. I can’t hold it any longer!” Hanif let fly and a string of cum flew into Sharmila’s hair. As quickly as before, she covered the boys cozck-head with her mouth and drained his throbbing cock of his spunk.
Sitting back, Sharmila opened her mouth wide to show her men both their cum in the mouth. Playing with it for a few seconds, she swallowed it all and cleaned off the drooping cocks still in front of her.
“So,” said Samaresh as his wife cleaned her own yellowish shit-juice from his cock. “What’s for dinner?”