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by CELENE CAREY

  Roman had decided that was enough as he got up and ordered me to sit on Kens dick, I did as the alpha male instructed and gasped instantly as I sat on Ken's hard thick penis. I threw my head back in pleasure with my mouth opened wide as his thickness engulfed my stretched pussy. Calvin standing behind the couch tired of watching and quickly brought my head forward and shoved his waiting erection down into my throat. I enjoyed this position more than the one earlier as it seemed more erotic and even more romantic if that word could even apply. Suddenly I yelled out in pain as I felt my tight little asshole getting stretched open by Roman. He slammed his throbbing massive erection deep into my ass with no remorse or no form of warning. It hurt, it hurt bad, but again I didn't want him to stop and honestly I wasn't sure that he would even if I had asked. I belong to these three men now and my sole goal was to bring them the same pleasure they had brought me.

  I sat there bouncing on Ken's swollen thick erection with my voluptuous tits bouncing in his face every time I went up and down on him. Calvin's pulsating cock violated my throat as he forced my mouth down firmly onto his cock down to the base. Roman stood behind me penetrating and destroying what used to be my tight little virginal ass hole. It felt like I was going to explode, or be ripped in half by these three men and I revelled in the feeling. The more it hurt the more I craved it, the more pleasure they made me feel, the more I didn't want the night to end. I felt my swollen ravaged pinkness start tighten and my breath began to quicken. My body shook and quivered as I let out my third euphoric scream in orgasmic bliss.

  I could tell that my lovers were close as well, they all became more vocal and their motions became more deliberate and purposeful. I could feel all three of their throbbing cocks pulsing inside me simultaneously, all three pumping away and all three beginning to clench and tighten as they reached their point of no return. Roman quickly pulled his huge cock out my asshole and tore me off of Ken as he threw me to the ground. I laid there dripping in a mixture of our combined juices flowing from my gaping pussy, ass and mouth. I stared up at the ceiling once again blinded by the lights that had been so blacked out by these men all night, and once again it became dark almost like an eclipse as each man approached me with their pulsating shaft in their hand. I watched as each man feverishly pumped and stroked their cock, we were both eager for the inevitable shower of cum that was about to rain down upon me. Finally, as if in complete synchronization, they all shot their hot, sticky, creamy load all over my nude body. I opened my mouth as the shower began eager to try and taste some of them, and I was lucky enough to get more than a few shots of cum to coat my throat. I loved the taste it had as it hit my tongue and I wondered whose cum landed in my mouth and now slithered its way into my belly. All three men grunted and groaned with masculinity as they continued to jerk their sensitive cocks and squeeze out the last few drops of cum.

  Just like that the night was over, my three lovers dispersed and once again let in the bright lights of the room. I squinted as I tried to regain my composure, the three of them disappeared around the corner and left me laying there covered in cum and dripping juices from every hole. As I lay there, degraded and totally ravaged, a couple things crossed my mind. First, was how I could ever go back to my normal life after this and second was I have to call the girls because I have one hell of a story for them.

  BOOK 50

  CROWDED BY THREE

  Kindle Edition

  Copyright 2015 Erotica Taboo

  Published by the Hardcore Erotica Stories Co. (U.K)

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  Table of Content

  A FREE GIFT FOR YOU

  EXCERPT FROM - TOO BIG TOO THICK

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 1

  At forty-six with this body, college boys would call me a sexy Milf. I’ve had more than my fair share of everything. I am very successful. I’m well educated and have a high powered career as a divorce lawyer. I am considered very attractive, my body still firm and toned as I spend my first hour of each morning working out at our home gym. My peers say I’m quite interesting and loyal to my husband, Brian.

  I am happily married to a man even more successful than I am. I have so many things in my life to be grateful for but I am never wholly satisfied. There are things I want that I just can’t discuss, not even with my husband.

  I try to ignore the craving. The fetishes. But do they ever go away?

  My life with Brian is wonderful. He’s a prominent politician as well as the owner of his own luxury car brand, Sarfedoz. One of the many perks of his line of work sits in the garage with my name on the number plate. The other perks are generally social ones. We attend a lot of lavish events and we host almost as many at our mansion.

  Due to the size of our house and our financial means it only made sense that we should host a get together for Brian’s old fraternity. One of his younger brothers, Anthony, made half of the arrangements before thinking to ask our permission but my husband didn’t mind. He’s a very accommodating brother and besides, he loves any excuse to have a boy’s night.

  When the night rolled around I thought it necessary to look my best. I’m attractive, yes, but I am getting older and who knows how many more nights of secret, lustful stares from younger men I might hope to have.

  I had my pedicurist come over and paint my nails in classic red with silvery tips. My hair stylist also came to the house and fixed my blonde locks into silky waves. My makeup artist put on the final touches, bright red lips and just enough mascara to make my eyes pop without looking like I was trying too hard. When my face was perfect I slipped into a black satin gown, commando. I couldn’t have under garments ruining my perfect silhouette.

  “Beautiful as ever, Catherine.” My husband smiled at me when I finally came downstairs.

  “You think?” I asked teasingly, pushing back a piece of his hair that had fallen loose.

  “Absolutely. In fact I almost think I’d better lock you away from all the young men here tonight.” He teased me back and leaned in for a kiss but I pushed him away softly.

  “Lips.” I reminded him.

  My husband settled for a kiss on the cheek and left to make sure the waiters knew how to handle our home bar. I checked on the caterers in the kitchen. There’s no point hosting an event unless you’re going to do it properly.

  The first guests arrived at 8:10, only ten minutes after the starting time. It was almost unheard of in the age group most of our guests belonged to. There were a decent number of older alumni coming to our little get together but those who were currently in college outnumbered them two to one. It was sure to be an interesting evening.

  I swanned about the party looking for interesting men to talk to. It was my way and it never seemed to bother my husband. For all his joking he was not really the jealous type. Perhaps he ought to have been.

  I noticed the brother who had organised the party staring at me from across the room. I knew him relatively
well but not as well as I would have liked. He had a striking resemblance to what my husband had once looked like in his earlier days. I found it very alluring. His body was very muscular and powerful looking, it hinted at the notion that he was very much in charge in all his endeavours. I wondered what he would be like in bed and then I caught myself. Married women shouldn’t think that way.

  Just as I was succeeding in pushing away my unsavoury thoughts he approached me.

  “You look amazing tonight.” He told me huskily.

  “Thank you.” I blushed despite myself.

  “Is there somewhere we could talk?”

  What is it that he would want to talk to me about and in private, I wondered. But there’s no harm in a little conversation, I usually chat up the guys anyway but not in private. I knew that I should say no but my heart was racing and I flustered. I said no, mentally, but my lips said yes to him as if they had a mind of their own. To be honest though, I felt like this was a conversation I was dying to have. In fact, deep down I knew it was the conversation I had always needed. I told myself that there was nothing untoward about it, we are just going to talk, that’s it. I politely took him to the private dressing room where I’d had my people doll me up earlier. Nobody would interrupt our conversation there.

  Strangely, I felt my fingers quivering as I shut the door, I turned around to face him and the quivering was all over in my body. I breathed out, trying to slow my heart beat and took a seat on my suede lounge beside him. I was torn between the impulse to turn and run and the desire to hear what he had to say. I realised there might not be many more chances like this one left in my future.

  He was silent and his eyes piercing on my bosom. I was silent too. The room’s atmosphere became tense from the silence between us.

  “What did you want to talk about?” I tried to be coy breaking the silence.

  Without missing a beat he reached into his pants and whipped out his gigantic, throbbing cock. I had never seen one like it in my life, not even before I was married. It pulsed threateningly and appealingly and I gulped. I wanted it. The thought of an enormous dick like that filling my pussy, spreading my tight little hole, stretching it like it had never been stretched before. I could feel my lips moisten at the very thought of it.

  That was my secret desire. To have my pussy stretched so wide it hurt. My husband was nowhere near capable and I knew too much about his preference for tight, demure women to bother asking for him to experiment with me. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever get to experience my deepest desire. Here it was and I was so confused. I have never cheated before. We’ve been married twenty-three years.

  CHAPTER 2

  “I see you looking at me every time we’re in the same room.” He whispered, smirking. “I know you’ve wondered what it would be like.”

  I tried to seem flabbergasted. “I’m a married woman! Oh dare you!”

  “I’ve been with plenty of married women.” He replied cockily, his dick still sitting there out in the open. “At least touch it.”

  “I’m married to your brother!”

  “And my brother is married to you. Do you think that has ever stopped him from . . .”

  “From what?”

  “From touching other women?”

  “No, my husband has never cheated before.”

  I would like to think that he has never cheated, I know he has, but I’ve always ignored the signs. He started cheated after about seven years of marriage. But where was I to begin my life again? I was royally taken care of, respected and already invested so many years in us. He wasn’t disrespectful and I still love him. I ignored all his cheating signs as long as he didn’t blatantly wave it in my face and he never does. Maybe I could at least touch his brother’s cock. I’ve always wanted to feel what it felt like to hold such a thick cock in my hand. Holding his cock isn’t cheating.

  Hesitantly I snaked my hand over his thigh and reached out to touch it. I told myself that if I could just hold it; feel what it would feel like, that I could store it away for masturbatory fantasies later. There was no reason to tell my husband or anyone else for that matter.

  It felt so… erotic! It felt the way I’d always thought a dick was supposed to feel before my very first sexual encounter enlightened me to the reality of ‘average size’. All men should be as lucky as the young man before me. And women should be lucky enough to have it inside them. Ride it. Ride it good. Grind on a big stiff fat cock. God, I wanted to his cock so bad, but it’s so wrong, I’m married, he’s my brother-in-law and people are here. This is so wrong, I shouldn’t.

  “It’s . . . It’s . . . It’s impressive,” I manage to stutter, looking up at his lust filled eyes staring in between my crotch.

  “What do you want to do with it?”

  I wanted to do so many things with it. I’ve fantasized about a huge cock a thousand times, in mouth, fucking my mouth, in my pussy, shoved in deep, in my ass fucking it hard. I hesitated again, thinking of my husband’s downstairs entertaining our guests alone.

  My last chance.

  I kissed him hungrily, pulling his firm young body into mine, sucking and biting at his lip. This was the way I wanted to suck on his cock.

  His large, strong hands slipped inside my dress, caressing my firm tight and agile body. He seemed aroused by my shapely curves, virtually ripping my black dress from my body. It was expensive, but I reminded myself that I could always buy myself another one. What I could not buy was an opportunity like this.

  I feigned reluctance or confusion as he slowly slipped the head between my pussy lips, the broad head felt huge and warm stretching the rim of my entrance. I felt so good the wide head stretching the front of my pussy canal but I tried to pretend as if I didn’t want to do it, I didn’t want him to think I was a complete harlot, betraying my husband without as much as a second thought. It was difficult because what I really wanted to do was scream to the roof tops ‘YES! Yes, finally!’

  His generously proportioned member was hugged tight by my aching pussy. My velvety walls clasped around him as he thrust powerfully into the warm wetness. We barely kissed; we weren’t lovers. Instead I focused on the feeling of having something large and satisfying inside of me for once. Filling up my pussy completely from bottom to top and beyond. I felt the elasticity in my pussy being shoved and stretched inward, deep. I was being stretched so tight internally, a stiff tension of stretching my pussy to the limit with his over-sized veiny cock. He felt so warm in side, my hugging walls soaking in the warmth of his circumcised stiffness.

  I’d tried toys once when my husband was out of town but nothing could compare to the feeling of being fucked by a real, huge, rock hard dick. He pulled all eleven inches out and then powerfully rammed it back down to the very bottom of my pussy. The smooth tight head of his cock banging on the base of vagina sent me into fits of ecstasy. I clawed my fingers into his back and hooked one leg around his ass. I wanted him to pound out my pussy with all he got. Fuck me hard and deep inside my pink pussy. The stretch hurt so good. He pulled it all the way out again to the tip and rammed it back in, pulled it out and rammed it back in, his hips slapping into my body as he shoved his cock down to the very hilt into my tight wet starving pussy.

  “Harder, harder, fuck me harder. Please!”

  He dug his fingers tighter into my waist and strike a far target inside me faster and faster and harder and deeper and oh so fucking sweet.

  “Fuck me, fuck me, oh yes, fuck me!”

  I was getting lost and loud.

  His hard deep strokes slapping into me sounded loud inside the room too. I was getting lost in the moment, my pussy had never been this wet, his cock was soaked slippery white cream with my juices.

  Suddenly I heard banging at the door and before either of us could response it burst open.

  My immediate reaction was horror!

  I expected to turn around and see my husband standing there in a furious, heartbroken rage.

  CHAPTER 3

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p; It wasn’t him. To my surprise and even greater embarrassment, it was another two frat boys and my companion for the evening seemed pleased to see them.

  They shut the door behind them and swaggered up to the couch to fist bump and high five. I was extremely confused and embarrassed.

  “I told you I could nail her up here!” the young man still inside me crowed to his buddies.

  “When you’re right, you’re right.” The skinnier of the two intruders admitted, shaking his head and grinning.

  “What is going on?” I demanded, pushing Mr Huge Cock aside and attempting to cover up.

  “He bet us that he could nail you tonight, husband down stairs and all.” The other intruder spoke up.

  “Did he?” I asked wryly, half-glaring at the naked man on my couch.

  “And we bet him that if he did, we’d be next.”

  “What do you mean ‘you’d be next?!’”

  I was taken by surprise, certain that I misunderstood what they were saying.

  “You’d be next to what?” I demanded nervously.

  “To fuck you.” The skinnier one said who didn’t mind talking. I didn’t turn my head around to look at him when he spoke because I was too busy staring at the one I’d just been fucking.

  “Are they serious?” I asked him.

  I spun around when I heard the sound of a Smartphone camera going off.