cock to arouse her. Keeping her hot and cumming.
Once Lloyd and Alan had backed off, the horny girl wrapped her legs around Perry's waist.
'Fuck me!' she cried. 'Harder, damn you! Fuck me!'
'All right, baby!' he snapped. 'I'll fuck you! I'll fuck your brains out!'
With a deep snarl, the man caught her legs and doubled them back over her. His dark eyes were shining with sexual desire. Then, he lunged.
'Eeeeaaahh!' she screeched. 'Yessss! Fuck me!'
Alan and Lloyd took hold of her shoulders and pushed her toward Perry to keep her from being fucked off the ottoman. Her panting breath had to keep time with the man's awesome strokes, or she wouldn't have been able to breathe at all. That monster prick was deeper than it had ever been, and she loved it. Her cunt was so open and so wet it swallowed his cock and almost wanted more.
Clutching at the ottoman, Cynthia could do nothing but take the savage fucking. If Perry had pulled his cockmeat from her pussyhole right then, she would have gone after him and made him fuck her some more. She was climaxing so often, and so close together, that her head was spinning. She didn't have time to recover between orgasms, she was cumming so much.
Soon, she felt herself losing her grip on reality. As Perry's mighty prick began to bombard her cunt with its heavy juice, and her cuntal sheath spasmed with a rending orgasm, she completely blacked out.
CHAPTER NINE
When she came around Cynthia found herself on the couch, covered with a blanket. The three men were close by, watching her. They had dressed, but looked disheveled. Like they had been fucked every which way and were exhausted.
'Hi,' Perry said, grinning. 'Finally get enough?'
'I guess I did,' she admitted, trying to grin back. 'Hope I didn't scare you.'
'Only a little,' he replied. 'Once we realized you were just all fucked out, we felt pretty proud of ourselves.' His expression changed, sobered. 'We've got some bad news for you, babe. The snow's stopped. Which means they'll have the roads cleared before long.'
Sitting up, she looked at each man in turn, and saw her own reluctance reflected in their eyes.
'Damn,' she muttered. 'I don't want to go home. But I guess I'll have to, won't I?' She sighed heavily. 'I'll be back, though. I promise you that.'
'Soon?' Lloyd asked.
She let the blanket fall away to reveal her lovely nakedness to her lovers.
'Very soon,' she replied softly. 'I thank you guys for trying to help me with my problem. Only, I think the best way you can continue to help will be to fuck me when I get horny. Robert just isn't a stud like you three. I could suck his cock all day and he wouldn't return the favor. At least, it seems that way.'
'If you're wrong, then what?' Alan wanted to know. 'We'd never be able to find another girl like you.'
'After all we've done together, do you think one man could ever be enough for me?' she asked reasonably. 'Even if Robert does come around – and I doubt it very seriously – he can't fuck me in three places at once. Or even two. No, I'll need to be with you guys to get everything I need.'
She heard the sound of heavy equipment, signaling the start of road clearing. Standing, she wrapped the blanket around her.
'Guess I'd better go dress,' she said quietly. 'I wish we had time for one more session, but it looks like we won't.'
'Our cocks are tired, anyway,' Perry responded. 'But they won't be in a couple of days. Even tomorrow. If you call before you come, we'll have a room ready. With plenty of extra covers in case the bed gets wet.'
Smiling, she said, 'It will. Soaking wet. Something about the way you three even look at me gets my cunt juicing.'
Before she could get herself turned on enough to get another orgy going, she went to her roam to prepare to go home. It was a shame that the lovely interlude was over, she thought as she cleaned up. It hadn't lasted even one full day. Still, she would be able to repeat it to some extent. Quite often. Perhaps every week. Robert wouldn't know that she hadn't gone to the resale shops. If he even bothered to ask.
She had just gotten dressed when there was a knock, and Alan came in. With a sorrowful smile, she walked over to him and held him close, enjoying the feel of his arms wrapping around her.
Stretching up, she kissed him.
'I hope you studs don't get tired of me wanting your cocks,' she told him. 'I love the way you fuck me with them.'
'You don't have to worry about that,' he swore, grinning. 'Only, when you come back again, Lloyd and I get to fuck your pussy before Perry does. Is it a deal?'
'The best kind of deal,' she agreed.
They kissed again, their lips and tongues sliding against each other. It was nice to be able to just stand there holding each other without the urge to hurry up and fuck. It made her regret even more that the gang-bang was over, and wouldn't continue for a while.
Lloyd and Perry came in, still in their coats. She turned from Alan and embraced Perry, giving him a long kiss. Then she stepped over to Lloyd and put her lips to his, teasing his tongue with her own. She finally moved back, looking at them woefully.
'I'm going to miss you,' she murmured, heaving a long sigh. 'I'll try to come back in a couple of days. If I'm lucky, I'll get snowed in with you again. Then maybe we can try sleeping in front of the fireplace. Or something.'
Once she was bundled into her coat, she kissed each of them again, briefly, then she left. They didn't follow her or call after her. Which was good, because if they had, she wouldn't have gone. Right now, returning home was something she didn't want to do, even though she had to.
The streets were open, though slick, all the way to her house. Robert's car was in the garage, the driveway piled with snow. That was odd. Why hadn't he gone to work once the street had been cleared?
She got her answer when she made it to the front door. Her husband met her there, his blond hair tousled, his eyes reddened and puffy. As soon as she shoved the door closed, he clutched her to his chest.
'Where the hell were you?' he demanded. 'I thought you were hurt, or dead. Damnit, couldn't you have called, let me know you were all right?'
'I made it to a motel, so I was okay,' she replied. 'I tried to call, but their phone was dead. As soon as the road was cleared, I came home. You really needn't have worried.'
When she leaned back to get a better look at him, she saw that his blue eyes were dark with anger.
'Not worried?' he snapped, shaking her. 'I love you, Cynthia. How the hell was I supposed to not worry?'
She winced, pushing away from him. After her encounter with three men who could fuck her and make her want more, she was now brave enough to confront her husband. If he kicked her out, she would go straight to the motel and into the cousins' arms.
'You mean you didn't enjoy my being gone?' she asked. 'Weren't you even tempted to invite one of your lovers over?'
'One of my – what the hell are you talking about?' he asked, looking confused.
'A little blonde,' she hissed. 'Last August. At the restaurant where we met. You and she were having an awfully good time. Probably much better than any of the times you and I have. Which includes the ones in bed. Is that plain enough for you?'
'Cynthia,' he gasped, shaking his head. 'What's gotten into you?'
'The problem is what isn't getting into me,' she retorted. 'Your prick. Not often enough, or with enough enthusiasm. When I saw you with that little bitch, I realized why you weren't fucking me. She had gotten all the hard cock you had to give, and my pussy had to go without. Or wait until you could get a hard-on again.' She sniffled, cleared her throat. 'Well, Robert? It's true, isn't it? You've been screwing around an me, haven't
