"Too dry," she moaned as her brownie burned. "Sorry," the technical director panted. "My cunt sopping," she whispered. "Jesus Christ." The youth under her exploded when his prick, still in her cunt, was wedged aside by the probing hard-on of the older man.
For an incredible stretching moment, Karen had two cocks in her cunt, one shriveled tit flabby the other steel-hard. Then the hard one whipped out of her flooded cunt. The flaccid dick began to inflate in her channel, began drilling its nose deeper and deeper.
The hard cock was back at her bung again, pushing into her. This time, it was slippery and wet. This time, her winkie yielded. The technical director reamed her butt with his whang, stretching her shitter with his powerful cock. He grasped his whang to stiffen it, and watched as it bored into her butt.
"Awww," Karen moaned. "More. Jesus, more." She got more, and more and more. She got more cock up her ass, and more in her cunt. The prick of the boy under her revived, pulsed bigger and harder with every eager throb of his heart. It was like having a balloon inflating in her cunt.
At the same time, a monumental piston was driving up her ass, shoving everything else along ahead of it. She hadn't even noticed when he had gotten the head of his dick into her. All she was aware of now was the full length of his whang sliding through her clutching bung, glutting her crap hole. She lifted her head and arched her back as the cock filled her bottom.
"Jesus, I can feel that," the boy under her moaned. "I can feel his dick going right up into you. Jesus! Jesus, it's great."
Karen was glad the boy had come when he did. It had given the technical director enough juice to grease his path, and it meant, too, that the boy would have good staying power.
She felt as if she were being ripped open from the crotch upward. She had the full bulk of two men's hard-ons in her. The cock in her cunt was as big as a telephone pole. The one in her ass was even bigger. The entire lower half of her body was filled with rock-hard cocks.
"I love it," she moaned hotly. "Oh, God almighty, I love it! So big, so hard, so full. Aaaahh. Don't move for a minute. Let me get used to it. God almighty!"
They waited, but she didn't think she would ever get used to it. She loved it, really, really loved it. Hesitantly, she wiggled her hips, and felt the two peckers stir in her.
The only thing better than two cocks would be three, she decided.
Her movement had been all the signal that the man in her ass needed. He drew his dick out, and drove it back in. Karen felt her insides twist and roll from the brutal penetration. She felt the thin wall between cunt and bung twist and pinch.
She moved on top of the boy in her twat. The man in her ass rode along with her, so his cock didn't move. She slid the dick out of her snatch, until it almost popped free. She slid back down on the tower, feeling her breasts compress as they squashed against his hard chest.
"Sheee-it!" the youth snorted in her face.
The man in her ass moved, dragged his dick out, rammed it back in.
"I can feel that!" the boy exclaimed. "I can feel his dick going in and out of you! Jesus Christ!"
Karen moved on the boy's pecker and felt the man on her back shudder. If the boy could feel the cock in her ass, then the cock in her ass could feel the cock in her cunt!
And she could feel them both! The next time she eased upward, the man with his cock in her ass stayed still. She drew away from his pecker, too. From being jammed overfull with cock, she went to being empty, terrifyingly empty. She jammed herself down on the two spikes quickly, and felt her innards shudder at the sudden shock of being too full of cock again.
"Too much," she moaned. "It's too much!" She groped for the man in her ass. "No, God no, don't go away, don't go away. Awwww!"
Her voice trailed off as she began coming with no warning. Her cunt spumed around one dick, while her bung twitched around the other.
"Take turns," she moaned when her coming faded. "Take turns moving in me."
The man in her ass moved first. He slid his cock out of her winkie, then drove it back in. When he was full depth, he kept right on pushing, and drove her forward off the cock in her cunt. Then he stopped. Karen eased back down on the cock in her cunt. When she had that prick back full depth in her snatch, the awn in her butt moved, dragging his prick out, then rammed it back in.
In seconds, they, had a rhythm going that was cremating her with blazing pleasure. One minute, her cunt was full of cock and her butt empty, the next minute the reverse. In between she had two monster cocks jamming her holes. She was a two-banger fucking-machine, a double-barreled cock-socket.
She reduced to just being along for the ride after a few strokes. She bounced up and down on the boy, slid his cock in and out of her pinched cunt. She was driven by the cock in her ass and by her own mad lust. She drooled mindlessly on the boy as her brain was short-circuited by blazing ecstasy.
She was coming, maybe more than once. It was hard to tell if it was a series of comings, or just a single long, nerve-searing one. Her muscles, no longer obeyed her.
"I'm gonna come again," the boy under her moaned.
She didn't even hear him.
"Go ahead," the man in her ass grunted. "Go ahead, I'm about to come, too."
The cock in her cunt began to jump and squirm. A second thick load spurted into her spasming snatch. She felt thick cream hit the cupped end of her cunt, and pressure back out around the twitching column of meat. She felt hot searing lava squeeze out of her tunnel, fill her crack, smear over her cunt and her pubes to form a slippery paste between their naked bellies.
Then the cock in her butt began to lurch and spurt. Both cocks were pumping now. She was being hosed to death with come. She was being drowned, floated on a tidal-wave of jizz, and her brain whirled away on the flood.
She didn't regain her senses until the two pricks in her had shriveled to half their erect bulk. It was a weird, weird feeling to have peckers slowly withering and retreating from the depths of her cunt and bung, at the same time. It was so weird that she was racked by a series of shudders, aftershocks. Mini-comings really. Karen clutched at the man on her back and squirmed against the one under her. She didn't want them to pull out too soon.
She didn't let them go until she that out the cock up her ass. Then she eased up off the exhausted dick in her cunt, and tolled to her side on the hard floor. She felt come drying to a crust on her belly, her thighs, and her ass.
"Jesus, lady, are you all right?" the youth from videotape asked.
"I'm fine," Karen groaned.
"Jesus," he repeated.
"Hey! I hate to break this up, but we're running out of time," the technical director said as he hauled his pants up.
"I'd better get cleaned up a little and get my make-up touched up," Karen said dragging herself to her feet. "Can I wake it ban here to make-up without being seen?"
"Yeah, just slip through between the drops."
"I don't want to get my clothes dirty," Karen giggled. She was feeling a little hysterical.
"You know, you don't have to go through with this," the man told her as he guided her along.
Karen was carrying her clothes over one arm. "But I'm going to."
"You're crazy."
"Maybe so. Because, I really want to do it… I really want it, all of it, every bit of it."
He left her, shaking his head slowly.
In a few minutes, the startled Paul had helped her wipe the come off, and repaired her make-up. Then she dressed, took a deep breath, and headed for the studio. She was ready to take on her opponent, and the entire crew, and bring them all to their knees. She was totally, wonderfully aware of her naked body under her blouse and skirt as she thought of how she was going to get the orgy rolling. After she had dragged in Bernstein, and Sandier, and the ad man, she would show the world just what they were. It was going to be a delightful afternoon.