She was going to screw another one of her husband’s boyfriends, a lewd act which always held a perverse appeal for her. She could feel her pussy already getting moist, self-lubricating itself in wanton, impatient anticipation.
Slowly, Istvan rested his hands on her bare shoulders and he looked at every part of her body, making her feel hot and giddy with pride in her looks. One hand slid down and gently caressed her breasts, and she closed her eyes and quivered at the warm rush of pleasure his touch on her nipples gave her. Then his hand grasped hers and he led her to the bed. Barto followed the couple, observing the action through his viewfinder. He was in constant motion, moving in to get tight close-ups, or backing away in order to capture a wider view of the two bodies on the bed.
Szonja and Istvan were aware of the camera’s presence, but they were soon lost in each other, to the extent that they almost forgot Barto was there in the bedroom with them, filming them. Their first tender, exploratory kisses and touches were only a short prelude to the symphonic storm of urgent abandon their bodies soon demanded—and took—from each other.
She went weak with desire as his fingers blazed a trail for his tongue to follow over her breasts, her stomach, her vaginal lips—every inch of her smooth, soft, heated flesh.
Her mouth open, her breath hot, she urged him on with the sharp, stinging pressure of her fingernails on his muscular back, on his grinding buttocks … with the involuntary arching of her body in spasm after spasm of ecstasy. Her cunt strained for the warm, throbbing hardness of his cock!
“Are you ready?” Istvan asked, hoarsely.
“Yes, oh yes—fuck me,” came her desperate reply. “Fuck me now, Istvan. Fuck me right now!”
He paused only to put a condom on his cock, followed by a quick application of lubricant.
There was no gentle, gradual entry, or anything like a slow rhythm building in a crescendo. No, their flesh met in a wild, selfish mutual demand for immediate fulfillment!
He couldn’t hold back and wait, patiently, for her excitement to match his, even had he wanted to. His body shook in violent quakes of pleasure as he fucked her—and then, unexpectedly, fiercely, triumphantly—so did hers!
And, as she came with a man who wasn’t her husband inside her, the thrill of adultery made Szonja lose all self-control. She cast off all conscious, rational thought. She moaned, “Fuck me again, baby. Oh, Istvan, fuck me again!”
Istvan did.
“Spread your legs and let me get at that beautiful cunt of yours,” he commanded her quietly, his voice taut and vibrating with raw desire.
Szonja, too, had rarely felt so uninhibitedly sexual before, despite all her experience with men. Barto had chosen well. This boy was special. He was that seeming contradiction, a sensitive stud. She wanted to fuck him all night long if she could—to do it over and over again, until they both collapsed from sheer exhaustion.
Istvan was kneeling on the rumpled bedclothes, between the thighs she had unthinkingly spread wide for him. He grasped her calves and hoisted her trim legs, which still trembled from orgasmic response, up over his shoulders. She felt his soft hair brushing over her thighs. And then that sweet little babyish mustache and goatee of his, which made him look so young and vulnerable, tickled the flap of flesh that protected her agitated clit. Then, finally, she felt his tongue, hot and wet, exploring her groin, lapping up the vaginal fluids that were seeping out of her slit.
Some men were better at cunnilingus than others, Szonja had learned over the years. Barto, for example, was great at it. But now she quickly discovered that Istvan was every bit as skilled! And the groans and grunts of pleasure which he made as he ate her pussy told her that he liked the taste of her leaking love fluids!
They seemed to be acting on him, in fact, like some powerful aphrodisiac. He was masturbating while he licked her cunt and clit, and she couldn’t believe that a guy could be so horny so soon after having fucked her. But Istvan was—and he proved it by quickly, deftly replacing his tongue with his hard cock, which was still sheathed in the condom.
This time, though, he entered her gently, gauging his movements and her degree of response to them, careful not to be more forceful than her body could comfortably accommodate. His huge, thick cock slid deep into her vagina with astonishing ease, although the sudden, all-pervasive feeling of fullness and expansion it gave her once again took her breath away.
But once she was used to the feel of him in her, she encouraged him with words and gestures to fuck her as energetically as he had the first time.
Now, though, he lasted much longer inside her, and time stood still for them both while her cunt reveled in its possession of his prick for long, lustful minutes on end.
Barto stood beside the bed, aiming the camera inexorably at his wife and his boyfriend. The tiny red light on the camera, indicating that it was recording, resembled a mechanical eye, staring fixedly at the lewd activity taking place on the bed.
Istvan and Szonja, as though by some mutual, unspoken agreement, began to pick up their pace. He accelerated first, fucking her with athletic abandon, wringing squeals of breathless, near-orgasmic delight from her lips.
At last her mounting passion matched his and they humped with wild impetuousness again. His pelvis battered against hers in a furious fucking rhythm now. His breath came in deep, labored gasps. Sweat dripped from his forehead and chest as he writhed and pumped and pounded on top of her willing body.
His hands roamed all over her defenseless body while he screwed her. His fingers gripped her thighs to keep them parted and to hold her heaving body down on the mattress beneath his. His impaling prick stabbed deep into her again and again, each thrust making her feel hotter and more eager to climax than the last.
He stroked her seething loins, caressed her quivering belly, slid his fingers up to squeeze her taut breasts and pinch and twist the large, dark nipples that crowned them, stiff with arousal.
Writhing—moaning—convulsing—she felt his body sink still lower onto hers. Her cunt gave way, helpless before this phallic onslaught. She could feel her pussy stretching and straining—in its desperate efforts to accept all of that huge, hard cock that was drilling ever deeper into her craving snatch!
“Oh, fuck me, Istvan! Fuck me hard. Make me come!”
“You want it hard? You want it rough, baby? Maybe like this?”
As he gasped out the questions, his cock went still deeper into her vagina. Everything around Szonja dissolved into a whirling red mist. She climaxed as she rarely had before, not even with Barto.
Her husband couldn’t believe what he was seeing through the camera’s viewfinder. Szonja was surpassing herself. The sight had already made his cock rock hard inside his pants, and now his neglected erection throbbed and silently pleaded for relief in a way that was sheer agony. He fought the urge to set the camera aside, drop his trousers, and masturbate. Instead, he soldiered on, recording the action for posterity. He was already looking forward to playing this video back. Watching it together, he knew, would get both him and Szonja so excited that they’d duplicate the animalistic fucking which was now taking place between Szonja and Istvan. Barto was guaranteed one hell of a hot marital bang!
Szonja was still coming when her strong vaginal spasms gripped Istvan’s cock and massaged it quickly to orgasm, too. He shot inside the condom, gasping like a dying man. He crushed her lush breasts against his face with both hands and he slammed his powerful body down onto—and into!—hers, again and again, fucking her with an incredible speed and thoroughness. He came … and Szonja came, again. And again. And then yet again!
He shot inside her in quick, sharp spasms, squirting his jets of warm semen into the reservoir tip of the rubber which had penetrated so deeply into her cunt. Szonja almost wished he hadn’t worn the prophylactic. She knew it was a necessary precaution. But in her imagination, they’d dispensed with it, and she could feel and count each individual spurt of Istvan’s potent male fluid as it shot into her body. The fantasy wa
s so intense that it gave her a final, wrenching orgasm, deep and penetrating, seeming to go on forever. But then it did begin to subside and die out in a succession of tiny quakes and tremors.
And then she went limp under Istvan, his sweaty body pressing hers down against the bed and its stained and rumpled sheets. They both sucked badly needed air into their lungs to cool off and calm down after their intense fuck. After a long pause, Istvan rolled over on top of her and kissed her lightly and tenderly on the mouth. Moaning with joy and gratitude, she kissed him back.
Barto held the shot for a few moments longer before he called out, “Cut!” Then he finally switched off the video camera and set it down.
“Was that all right?” Istvan immediately wanted to know. “I mean, did I do it okay?”
“Okay?” Szonja echoed him, incredulously. “Baby, that was a hell of lot more than just okay! That was fantastic! Wasn’t it, Barto? Was it as exciting for you to watch as it was for me?”
“You guys have no idea how hot that looked through the viewfinder! Wait’ll you see it. I can run it for you now, if you want.”
“Later,” Szonja said firmly. “Right now, baby, I want you to put your toy down, take off your clothes, and get your ass on this bed. I want both of you beautiful men in bed with me at the same time.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Barto stripped. Then he busied himself, securing the video camera to the tripod, positioning the stand on the floor near the bed, and adjusting the angle of the camera. Crouching down and looking through the viewfinder, he confirmed that the camera had a good, unobstructed view of the bed—and its occupants. Standing up again, Barto turned the camera back on.
“Action,” he announced, with a smile. “I want to record this. Let’s make some more porn movie magic!”
Still recovering from the shock of her multiple orgasms, Szonja turned toward her husband after he joined her and Istvan on the bed. It was only then that she noticed the awesome erection Barto had developed while he was filming them!
“Oh, my God!” she exclaimed. “Look at the size of that thing! I can’t believe it—can you, Istvan?”
Istvan was also impressed by what Szonja was directing his attention to. “Yeah, that fucking thing is huge.”
“I can’t wait,” Barto said, apologetically. “Watching you two in action really got me going! I’m going to have to fuck one of you, right now. You in your pussy, Szonja, baby—or you up the ass, Istvan, buddy. You two decide. It doesn’t matter to me which!”
“Oh, lover—give it to me, quick!” Szonja cried. “I’m still so sexed up. I need your cock in my cunt. I need to feel you in there, fucking me, and I need it right now. Don’t make me wait. Don’t make me beg. Fuck me, Barto! Fuck me good and hard!” She remembered that she and Barto had a guest. “You don’t mind, do you, Istvan? You can have me again, later. Or you can have Barto. Whatever you want!”
“No, I don’t mind,” Istvan said. “I want to watch. I want to see what it looks like when Barto fucks you.”
A lewd grin creased Barto’s lustful face. “Then sit back, buddy, and enjoy the show!”
Barto mounted Szonja immediately, and her body shuddered with delicious anticipation during the few seconds it took Barto to swing his muscular body into the proper position and, grasping his hard-on in his fist, to bend it downward a bit, aiming it like a loaded firearm at the target of her juiced-up cuntal aperture.
Szonja handed him a condom, which he quickly put on.
“No lube,” she told him. “I don’t need it. I’m still so wet.”
“Yeah,” her husband said, salaciously, staring down at her pussy. “You’re good and ready, aren’t you, honey?”
“I’m more than ready. Come on, do it. Get that thing in me, quick!”
Her body instinctively arched high off the bed to meet his when she felt the hard head of his cock rubbing into the slick groove between her labia, forcing them apart with gentle insistence. She’d thought that her husband’s erection looked even larger than usual tonight. Now she had proof that had been no optical illusion. He felt enormous!
“Shove it in me, Barto, you fucker!” she demanded, thrusting her agile pelvis once more upward, toward his, and literally impaling her pussy on the full length of his stiff prick. “I want you in me—oh, yes! Yes! Just like that, lover! Take me just like that!”
A long, voluptuous moan of passion burst from her lips when his cockhead slipped deep inside her. The lips of her pussy mouth yawned wide open, then molded themselves firmly around the thick, inflexible invader, accepting Barto’s bulk easily—and eagerly! She was swallowing his turgid manhood up into her gaping vaginal maw … she was hungrily devouring his cock!
He thrust again, and the remaining inches of his solid cockshaft forced their way deep into her.
“Fuck me!” Szonja gasped. She raised her shapely legs and wrapped them securely around Barto’s narrow waist and hips, the motion opening her cunt more and making it easy for her to take every inch of the hard-on that Barto was beginning to push in and out of her pussy in the fast-fucking rhythms they both loved.
He responded to her wanton need with an erotic flurry of activity on top of her—and inside her. He fucked her with long, rapid, breathtaking strokes. His cock pumped in and out of her seething slit like a pile driver pounding a hole into wet, warm cement. Heat and friction built up steadily around the point of contact, where her pussy mouth formed a ring of elastic tension and rubbing friction around the circumference of his prickshaft, massaging it tightly, keeping him trapped inside her twat.
Barto got even more excited when Istvan, no longer content to remain a mere voyeur, moved in closer to him and Szonja. Istvan groped down between the couple’s bodies, cupped Barto’s dangling balls in his hand, and he squeezed the cum-swollen testicles repeatedly, as though the pressure of his fingers on them could literally squirt Barto’s hot load up through his penis and send it shooting into Szonja’s vagina.
Barto twisted his head toward Istvan and kissed him on the mouth.
Szonja reached out, seized Istvan’s cock, and guided it to her lips. She sucked it while Barto continued to fuck her. Barto and Istvan continued to kiss, their open mouths crushed tightly together, their tongues dueling for supremacy, each tongue darting from one man’s mouth into the other.
Blindly, Istvan groped down, found one of Szonja’s breasts, and he began to pinch the nipple.
The extra stimulation was almost too much for Szonja to take. An orgasm surged up from deep inside her vagina, so rapidly, so unexpectedly, and so powerfully, that it hit her before she could prepare herself for it.
Her pleasure, this time, was shattering, convulsive … she began to tremble from head to foot, as though her body’s contortions were somehow responsible for her orgasm, wrenching it free from the innermost recesses of her body. Barto, himself nearly ready to explode, fucked her even harder and faster when he realized she was coming.
His cock slammed in and out of her cuntal canal with an incredible speed now. He fought to keep up with her, to prolong her climax and bring about his own before she was finished. He was afraid he’d pass out from the violence of their exertions, which had bathed both of their bodies in a hot sweat.
Szonja was beautiful when she came, Barto always thought, and never more so than now. He could feel her vagina tightening up all around the hard, tingling core of his potency. She was spilling out her love oils, wetting and soothing his dick as it rammed into her. Her liquid pleasure melted into a warm sensuous bath around his prick. He pumped himself into her with a desperate urgency now, eager to bring himself off before her own crisis had quite died away.
The ejaculation began deep in his balls, a volatile rush of hot semen that shot up through his burning penis until the tip of his cock felt as though it had been blown off by the force of the first, fierce spurt!
He stopped tongue-kissing Istvan, pulling his lips away from the boy’s, but keeping one arm wrapped around his back, hugging him close.
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bsp; “I’m coming!” Barto shouted.
Szonja pulled her mouth off Istvan’s cock. She stared up, wild-eyed, at the two men.
“Yes!” she exulted. “God, yes! I can feel it. But don’t come in my cunt,” Szonja pleaded. “Pull it out and shoot it on me, like they do in the porn films! We’re making our own porn video. Make sure the camera gets it, let’s see you give us a cum shot. Your jism, baby. I want see it … I want to feel it, on me … and let Istvan see it, too!”
Barto pulled his cock out of her cunt just in time—or, more accurately, the moment he eased his body back in order to withdraw, it slipped from the wet cavity. He tore the rubber from his dick and flung it aside. His ejaculation burst from the swollen head of his dick, spurting out thick and white, gleaming in the bedroom’s bright lighting as it splashed all over Szonja’s pale body, drenching her breasts in sticky sperm.
“God, Barto! I can feel it—all over me, all over my tits and my pussy. So much, so warm!” Szonja exclaimed, her eyes wide and staring from the shock of orgasm. She watched the cum raining down onto her from the seemingly inexhaustible fountain of her husband’s exploding cock.
She ran one hand over her breasts, rubbing the warm jism into her skin as though it were the most expensive beauty fluid on the market. She moaned, reveling in its slimy texture, in its heat … in the knowledge that she had been responsible for such a mighty eruption on Barto’s part.
“It’s so hot … oh, it’s absolutely burning hot on my skin,” she gasped, half-expecting to be scalded by the dribbled flow as Barto, helplessly, shot the last languid spurts onto her belly. Then, panting like the fucked-out stud he was, he collapsed next to her on the bed. Szonja used her fingertips to transfer some of the semen to her clit. “It feels hot on my pussy, too,” she reported, as she began to finger herself.
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