Bree van de Kamp was a nymphomaniac, she knew that, she was a slut who's entire life revolved around cock, thinking about it, planning how to get it and fucking it. For over forty years she had lived a lie, the prim housewife, the loving wife, the dedicated mother; her days filled with homemaking and PTA and church. Outwardly she was still the same, even if her husband was gone and her children were off the rails. Her front lawn was neatly trimmed and not a weed sprouted from her borders, dust barely had time to settle on her freshly polished furniture before she brushed it away and her dinners were home cooked with only fresh ingredients. But even as she baking the cookies for the church sale she was thinking about dicks, about young, hard, big dicks, fucking her, penetrating her holes, brutally, vigorously, sending her to heaven and back.
The house was empty tonight, her children out, probably drinking or taking drugs or something equally destructive, Bree didn't care. She'd waved Danielle off, barely noticing that the driver of the flash car her daughter got into looked about three times the teen's age. All that mattered was that, with her and brother out all night, Bree could cast aside her inhibitions, get out of the sensible dress and the warm, comfortable cardigan and get into something slinky and sexy and tight, which left her titties struggling to break free. She wished her friends Susan and Gabby could join her on the pull, it was her first time solo, but Carlos Solis had a corporate dinner for which Gabby's attendance was obligatory and Susan was dedicated to helping her daughter study for upcoming tests. It meant Bree was on her own; and it was much harder than she had thought.
Several times she thought she'd seen a likely candidate or two, young men, muscular and fit, who looked like they could give the hot housewife what she needed. And each time just as she started to prowl towards them she saw she was wrong, as they were joined by their girlfriend or parents, in town to see how there son was settling. Even in one case, when she saw two studly looking guys, discovering that they were holding hands as she approached. She tried one bar, then a second and finally a third, you wouldn't have thought it'd be so hard to find a prick for a one-night stand, but it was; at least if you weren't prepared to settle for anything but the best. And if there was one thing old and new Bree had in common it was that only perfection would do.
She left the third bar, her wine hardly touched - it had been weak and slightly sour anyway, much too cheap for her palette. It was so frustrating, she thought as she walked out of the sweaty bar into the pleasant night air, on her one free night when she should be getting dicked from here to eternity the only guys around were ugly, gay or already banging a cute college girl.
Across the lot she could see a small group of young black men, they looked like gang members or other undesirables, in jeans and vests, tattoos on their black, dark skin, not a WASP among them, not even a Latino. She took her keys from her purse as she walked across the parking lot to her car, she would have preferred a small pistol, but it wouldn't have gone with her dress. Not that she was racist, it was just better safe than sorry. She started to walk towards her car, ready to scream 'rape' the moment one of them took a step in her direction, she hurried along as she could feel their looks on her, mentally devouring and undressing her. She glanced at them as she passed, even half a lot away and in the dark she could see the desire written on their faces. She got to the car, hurriedly unlocking it and throwing her bag onto the front seat. But just before she got in, she paused and turned, thinking, there were four young men, all hunky and hot and all wanting to fuck her.
"Bree, what are you thinking," she said to herself. It was one thing to pick up a well brought up young man (or men) from a good family and bang his brains out. But these men were thugs, probably dropped out of school when they were fourteen and almost certainly with criminal records that were as long as... their dicks, their huge sexy dicks that would pound her holes. She stood in beside her car, holding the handle of the open door; they were dangerous, they'd probably rape her... but you couldn't be raped if you wanted it and Bree wanted it so bad. Did it matter if they were uneducated or wouldn't be welcome at her Country Club? She was only going to fuck them, not marry them. Dear God, she prayed, she was going to fuck them, all four of them, in all her holes. She shut the car door, leaving her purse sitting on the front seat, dropped her car keys to the floor and kicked them behind the tyre, took a deep breath, turned and walked over to the men. "Hello, boys, my name is Bree."
"And?" the one nearest her sneered. He was tall and his muscles rippled under his skin as he moved. His friends, leaning against the van, grinned and guffawed as if he had just made a joke.
"And I want to go somewhere quiet with you and your friends and fuck you all," said Bree. That got their attention. She smiled.
"What? Is this some shit? Are you setting us up lady?" the guy said, looking around as if he thought there might either be camera or cops in attendance.
"No set up," said Bree, she pulled at her dress, dragging it down so that her titties popped over the top, "I'm wanting a nice hard fuck and you seem just the guys to do it." The guys just stared at her and after a few seconds, aware she was still standing in a public parking lot, Bree pulled her dress back up, recovering her boobs. "So I want a fuck, I'm guessing you do as well?"
"We're up for it," said the leader and the one nearest the back of the van opened its door, gesturing Bree inside.
The redhead climbed in, the inside was dirty and dusty, with a couple of paint tins in the corner and a dirty sheet crumpled up next to them. Two of the guys got in with her, whilst another jumped into the driving seat. Before Bree could react he'd turned on the engine. "Wait," she called, "the doors are open and your friend's still out there."
"Relax," the driver grinned, "We're not going far."
He spun the van around in a circle, making Bree rock and grab the two gang members next to her for support. They grinned and laughed, Bree smiled back, trying to regain her balance as the van reversed into a small alley just off the parking lot. The van stopped, and one of the young men said "Don't worry Bree. We're nice and secluded in this alley. No-one's going to see you acting like a slut."
"Apart from you all," grinned Bree. She took the sheet and quickly folded it on the floor. There were stains on it, from goodness knew what, some could have been paint, some almost certainly weren't. It didn't matter, if she wanted cock as desperately as she did you had to put up with lower hygiene standards. The two guys in the back stood up, bending their heads slightly under the roof as the Milf got on her knees between them. They undid their flies, dragging out their huge, meaty pricks. The redhead nympho Mom almost salivated with lust at the sight of the two rock hard whoppers sticking in front of her.
"Suck on this," said one of the guys and pushed his cock towards her face.
Bree didn't need a second invitation, opening her mouth and taking the dick in it. Her head bobbed up and down, sucking and slurping at the member, bouncing its end at her cheek and over her tongue. Her hand was groping for the other cock, waving around in the air for a moment or two before she connected with the wide, thick dick. Her hand gripped round it, her thumb and middle finger barely able to fit round it, and began to jack at it.
"Yeah fuck," the guys grunted in pleasure as she worked them with mouth and hand, her head sliding up and down the prick as quickly and enthusiastically as her elbow hammered and her wrist jerked. The guys groaned louder, "Fuck, lady, fuck."
Within a few moments the leader appeared, jumping in the back with his comrades and moving in front of her. Still concentrating on sucking the guy to her right from the corner of her eye Bree could see the leader undoing his pants and dragging out a dick as large as his buddies. "You're going to fucking love this fucker, every woman does," he grinned as he held it and stroked it hard, "It's a pussy wrecker."
"Mmmnnn yes," Bree's mouth withdrew from the guy she was sucking to look at the hard dick inches from her face. It looked as delicious as the one she'd just been gobbling at, as least as long and thick, and pulsating with lust. "I'm going to suck it good, you'll love it as well," she said and then slid her red lips down over the member, making the guy groan in pleasure.
Her hand reached up to the cock she'd just been sucking and she grabbed it in her hand, the slime of her saliva coating her palm as she jacked it back and forth. She felt so slutty with a dick in each hand and one in her mouth, but slutty in a good way, excited and wet. She enjoyed the feel of the dongs and taste of the one she was eating, the grunts and groans of the three young gang members and the look of rapture on their face as she took them towards delights that only a nympho cocksucker could offer. Her head banged back and forth and her hands jerked rapidly and repeatedly.
The driver appeared at the doorway, a cellphone in his hand. "You want to fuck on that sheet or you want a couple of buds of ours to come over with a mattress for us to fuck that hot cunt of yours?"
Bree was so horny she'd have fucked anywhere and on anything, but a mattress would be a lot more comfortable than the metal floor of the van and it meant the guys could go at her more vigorously as well and give her a good, proper screwing. She popped the dick out of her mouth and said, "Yes, please ask them to bring it over."
"They'll be wanting something for it," the driver grinned, adding "...some ass if you know what I mean."
She did. "The more the merrier," Bree smiled sluttily at the driver. She turned her head to the left as the driver began to dial. The third dick was there, hard as she jacked at it, thick and long. She dropped her hand and began to suck it, bringing it deep into her mouth, banging it against her cheek to make it bulge. The guy grunted in pleasure as she sucked him, grabbing the back of her head. He began to pull at her, dragging her further down his dick, grunting and shuddering in pleasure as she obeyed his actions.
She could tell from his the stir of the cock and his animal, guttural groans that he was more than enjoying the suck and slurp of her slutty mouth. But Bree didn't want him to cum, at least not yet. "Mmmnn tasty, let's try another," she pulled her head from the cock.
