For a while they are still, and during this rest Sarah notices that the bed is bouncing with the same rocking rhythm that it rocked with when they were fucking; then she hears a feminine grunting behind her, which matches the squashing sound of a cock-in-cunt, the slapping of flesh against softer flesh. Sarah knows without looking that the girl is on her hands and knees on the bed, and that her husband is on his knees behind the girl, fucking the girl – but she looks anyway, smiles at the girl, then looks down at the boy beneath her. A moment later she feels the girl’s breath under her; the girl is licking Sarah between cunt and ass, and licking the boy’s balls, and Sarah – almost involuntarily – begins ever-so-slowly to rotate her middle around the boy’s imbedded prick. The girl’s tongue and Sarah’s twisting, turning cunt realert, reactivate the boy and he begins lifting his hips upwards to meet Sarah’s downward, prick-engulfing movements. At the same time the girl points her tongue and touches Sarah’s asshole, licks and slurps and drenches it with saliva.
Within seconds Sarah is where she was minutes ago, back at her peak, almost out of control, bouncing, heaving, rotating, clenching, squeezing, as if desperate to feel more of the boy’s cock, or feel it differently, or feel it someplace else.
She cries out – a wordless cry – part scream, part squeal, part laugh.
The room resonates with all their noises now: grunts and groans and fuckwords and the squishy-wet, Jello sounds of pricks in cunts.
The bed bounces with the unrelated rhythms of four fucking bodies; and Sarah is only vaguely aware when behind her, the girl scampers from the bed and urges Sarah’s husband up behind Sarah until his cock-head nestles at her asshole. The boy spasms and shoots his first shot; at that instant her husband’s cock-head pushes past the tight opening and leads the way for his shaft to move onwards, inwards into Sarah’s ass, completing the filling of Sarah.
There is nothing left in any of them to exploit this new configuration; its beginning is also the end. The boy’s cock and her husband’s cock meet, separated only by the membrane inside her; both cocks twitch, swell, and come, shooting together, exploding together as Sarah, out of control, thrashes and jerks and clutches and clenches and grabs and gives and receives until she has taken all the men have to give her and she collapses, drained and done.
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