She felt hands on her ass, spreading the wet cheeks open, her back arched, tilting to allow the second man access. She waited for the pressure, the sweet feeling of fullness again. The globes were shiny, wanting to have that secret opening filled. A hand came down, smarting as the blows stung her, the heat wonderful again. Again a blow, then another, each cheek red and pink. Fluids seeped out, drenched her, shocking in raw desire. Helen's finger's were buried deep now, fucking herself. She rocked silently as in her mind she watched herself, her anus ready, her hips wiggling lewdly in invitation. Helen could see it, feel his moist tongue sliding in and out to caress her, see the muscle tense... relax... open. He held his cock, touching the tip to the opening, testing her. Like a mouth giving a kiss she opened, the head sliding in, her gasp both real and text. A second hand now played her, her fingers bumping inside as now she worked her own ass, cunt. No longer standing, no...god...the tension unbearable that way. Helen was on her knees, her mouth open once again, pleading with Him silently...
Go on... do it........... Finish me...
She crawled as best she could to get close to his words, quiet as it scrolled on, the screen telling her each move, another fantasy moment, a new twist. Her open mouth finally filled now, the words spilling endlessly, effortlessly. Helen's dream images merged, twisted. She was there, filled in all three portals, the cocks moving in and out, nothing more to her at that time than flesh that pleasured her. She could smell them, their sweat, feel hot breathing. Their aftershaves mingled, gifts maybe from loved ones. The taste was so familiar, yet new again. Her tongue laved the rigid cock, her head bobbing slowly as it joined the beat of the lovers. Their hands gripped at her, pawed her skin, her hair. In, out, in, out. They beat a rhythm that burned her, never faster, never slower. Her body sucked at them, drawing them in. Helen breathed furiously through her nose, her wrist the only exposed flesh, the digits hidden, turning in her as she came again. Tears spilled freely down, salty trails as she wanted this....
please god, pleeeeeeease
. Her hips bucked wildly, her ass filled as well.
No rational thoughts now, nothing real. She saw/felt the trembling again, stomach crunched inward as she came, then again, again. Felt/heard herself screaming then, the sperm hitting inside, splashing, running, burning. It ballooned her cheeks; her eyes open wide, frantic to drink it down. Her hand clutched his hips, mouth working still as her ass relaxed again, the wet trail of semen mingling with its partner in the front.
She lay there, puddled in their essence as the screen glowed, hungry to give her more. He teased her still, the stories never finished. New lovers entered, left, women kissing her sleeping mouth, her center, unseen hands on wet thighs. Other bodies called her, seemingly eternal enticements. She loved it but could not see how she fed it. Never sleeping, it watched her when she slept, pushing into her dreams. It gave and took, each moment a shared secret in dark passions, in empty rooms that only filled when the other joined in, dancing in kisses in the rain.
