"Please-stop. It hurts! Go easy! Please!" she begged.
But Walter didn't ease up. Instead he withdrew his spike and ramrodded it back in with terrific force. Alan watched from his observation point. He could see her cunt clearly and the cock as it crashed inside. The dry lips of her pussy caught around the slamming shaft and were drawn well inside the hole along with the thrusting muscle.
The cheeks of her ass were straining with fight and she tried to kick her ankles from his hands. But Alan held tight and watched as the log-like cock withdrew and pulled the red lips back into view. Then it instantly bashed back inside to pull the lips along.
The hairy balls and ass of Mr. Cunningham amazed Alan by pumping with rapid stamina in and out of the hole until the first traces of wetness started to show. Then her lips held their own outside her cunt as the thick-based shaft kept plunging without stop into the crevice.
Suddenly Grace's struggles were writhes of hot passion as the cock worked her cunt up to a juice-spilling explosion of contracting muscles. Her ass strained up in the air to lift her cunt toward the driving cock as Walter plastered himself deep inside her.
"Oh! Oh! Please!" she cried as the non-stop pecker sent waves of pleasure throughout her.
"You can let her go," instructed Mr. Cunningham as his wife's struggles became obvious grasps for more and more of the deep-fucking cock.
Alan and Johnny released her and Walter reached down to hoist her legs high in the air, open wide and back. Her crotch was peeled open and rose up to his probing stick to take all the meat possible. She was shaking with orgasm but Walter kept pumping his cock at that rapid, steady pace. The gushing slosh of her liquids being churned by his pecker filled the ears of the two waiting men.
"Get undressed!" ordered Walter.
Johnny and Alan stood at each end of the bed and took off their clothing. Alan no longer was concerned with the propriety of the situation. He had seen her cunt clamping up to grab for the cock, she was loving every inch of it. If it was okay with her husband that he enjoy some of that sucking cunt he'd be a fool to refuse.
Johnny stripped quickly. His rod was screaming with heat. The flared glans was purple with readiness, the shaft as stiff as a pipe. Walter had impressed him with his limber hips and meaty cock, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve. He wanted to show the man he knew his way around a cunt too.
But Walter seemed incapable of climaxing. His stiff pecker was jamming into the dripping pussy without pause or sign of possible climax. Grace was rocking her head from side to side with joy as the cock wielded her surprised body into more and more ecstasy.
"Walter. Oh, Walter," she moaned. "Please forgive me, I was wrong."
He said nothing, he just kept on pumping without stop. The juicy sounds were ebbing, the cunt was draining, the abundant flow of wetness was ebbing. Walter could feel the slight tightening of her hole, the gradual loss of lubrication and the increased friction.
He finally pulled his red cock free from her twat and dropped onto his back on the bed. "All right, Grace," he said while lifting his rod straight up in the air. "Start sucking."
"But Walter…" she protested while looking at the nude bodies of Johnny and Alan.
"Shut up and start sucking my cock!" he bellowed.
Grace whimpered slightly and obediently rolled onto her stomach. She hovered over his upraised cock with her face before opening her mouth and circling his glans with her soft lips. Walter felt the smooth suction of her lips and circling wrap of her tongue as she lowered further and further down onto the hot cock.
"Alan, you're next," said Walter. "lift her hips up and make like a dog."
Alan knelt behind Grace and grabbed her by the hips. As he lifted her up to her knees the roundness of her jutting ass glared with pure whiteness. The deep-cracked invitation inside her curving body made his erect pecker throb with heated anticipation.
"Give it to her hard and fast. Don't hold back or play around. If you climax don't worry about it. You'll have another chance," said Walter with a wink.
Alan was amazed. Mr. Cunningham seemed to be enjoying this more than anyone. The pleased grin on his face seemed to tell Alan that he was helping to solve more problems than that of a meddling mother. But he was in no mood to ask questions or wonder why.
His broad-tipped shaft slid between the cheeks of her ass and moved down to the hanging skin of her cunt. He could feel the incredible heat of her hole as he edged up and slid his meat inside. The cunt grabbed at him with a tight, dry hold and he had to shove with force.
"Mmmm!" she moaned painfully on the cock she was vigorously sucking.
But Alan followed orders and pounded his pecker totally inside the straining pussy. Grace's ass jutted back, her knees moved wider apart to facilitate his easy entry. She was trying to reduce the pain, doing everything she could to keep from resisting, because resistance caused pain.
Alan's backside was a blur of speed as he humped at a fast tempo in and out of the cunt that had pleased him so many times before. It felt like a different twat, a completely new experience. And the tightness was quick to bring heat to his pole as it plunged back and forth. He felt his insides tremble, his head go dizzy, his senses preparing to unleash his reward of unrestrained pleasure.
Grace's mouth was stuffed with the firm cock of her husband. The glans scraped against her throat as she plunged down hard to take it deep into her. She found that the pain in her cunt was more tolerable if she concentrated on the pecker between her lips and teeth. She wrapped her tongue around the slick pole while pulling up and sucking hard.
"That's the girl," she heard Walter say.
She engulfed his rigid spike until it crashed deep into her throat. Then she rocked her head from side to side to feel the digging cock-head rotate back and forth. Her lips were stretched into a wide circle of drawing skin around the thickly haired base of his pecker.
Alan held tight to her hips and just bucked himself time after time inside her. His hips slapped noisily against the full flesh of her ass with each thrust. He was close, extremely hot, ready to boil over at any moment. But he wanted to pump as much of his rod into her as possible before the end of his cock hosed inside her. He kept slamming as deeply as he could reach.
Johnny Carvel felt out of it. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her hanging breasts flop back and forth each time Alan slammed himself into her. The red nipples were hard with excitement, the round globes constantly rolling. He could see that Alan was close and wanted him to hurry up and get it over with.
Alan took a long withdrawal before stabbing his cock with full force inside the clamp of the cooking cunt. When his hips met her jutting ass his cock shot thick streams of clinging white sap inside the tissue-lined box. Pump after pump of jizm ran inside her until his churning rod forced it up and over the rim of her crimson lips.
"Mmm…" she sighed as she felt the full wash of sperm gushing inside her. At last she had something to lubricate the constantly slamming cocks.
Alan's head was reeling as his imbedded shaft kept spewing her guts with cream. The rod was still stiff, so he kept working it in and out as the bubbling froth dripped from her cunt to stream down the inside of her ass crack.
Finally he pulled his spent tool free of the smeared hole and released the tight hold on her hips. Johnny Carvel didn't wait for instructions, he was pushing Alan aside and crawling into position.
"No," said Walter. "Not that way."
"Huh?" asked Johnny with annoyance.
"Just wait a minute," said Walter.
Johnny grudgingly sat back on his haunches and inhaled a deep breath. "Jesus Christ," he mumbled.
Walter lifted Grace's face from his cock. "Sit on me," he said.
"Walter, please…" she moaned.