her cunt and rectum. Wild, almost insane they became, slapping into her without mercy, yet, she fucked them back with the same wildness for every stroke they rammed into her, until all three began to moan in strange unintelligible cries of endless sexual abandon.
'Aaaaaahhhhh, ooooooohhhhh, eeeeeehhhh… God, yes! I can feel both your cocks fucking into me! Split me! Hurt meeeee! Oh… God… keep fucking!' Kim cried out, egging them on now as the lewdly salacious thought of having two men fucking into her while the pungent white sperm of another still filled the recesses of her mouth suddenly drove her unto an uncontrollable frenzy of lust. On and on it went… the rising crescendo of it… the hungry fingers playing like lecherous insects over her naked flesh as she was mercilessly impaled in cunt and rectum from above and below. Her mind exploded… and nothing else mattered… Hank forgotten… nothing existed but the unholy sensations of lustful rapture about to burst deep inside her swirling belly.
'Fill me! Now! Oh God fill me now with your cum! Shoot it into me together!' she wailed like a lost banshee, the smooth slippery walls of her lust-heated cunt and rectum contracting like a sucking baby's mouth around the cocks skewering into her.
And then Ernie began to shout obscenities and at that second Kim, her shamelessly aroused young body wantonly writhing and twisting like a belly dancer's between the two men, felt the hot boiling river of his sperm shoot far up into her rectum. The feeling of his wildly jerking cock triggered her own orgasm, and unfathomable sensations of feeling rippled and surged through her. She could feel every throbbing pulsation of his jerking cock as it spewed out its load of hot white cum deep, deep into her still sucking bowels. Then Klaus grunted once and rammed his huge fleshy staff far up in her wildly clasping cunt as she kicked her legs back as high as she could, her groans heaving from her chest. The German's thickly throbbing penis let loose and began spewing its heated white jets of scalding semen far into the depths of her trembling belly, her own sexual secretions mixing and pooling hotly with his, an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy momentarily overwhelming her…
And then it was all over.
They lay about the stage in various lewd poses, panting, catching their breath, their bodies exhausted. Kim raised herself on one elbow, her lovely body ravished, and looked into the eyes of Nichole. Nichole shrugged and gave her a small smile. 'Welcome to the dub,' was all she said.
Dripping sweat, still panting, Kim turned to Web who was the only one on the stage still clothed. His penis was back in his pants. 'My pictures!' Kim breathed.
'Pictures?'
Despair came over her face as she saw the evil smirk on his face. 'You promised me the pictures and negatives!'
'My dear girl, I'm afraid you'll have to do more than that to get those pictures back.'
'God damn you! You monster!'
'Now, now, that kind of talk will…'
Web was interrupted by a roar that split the air and caused everyone to jump. A bullet whistled by Web's ear. They all turned to see drunken Nichole holding a small, pearl-handled revolver in her hand. ''Snuff!' she said drunkenly.
'Give me that!' Web demanded, walking toward her.
Another roar and a bullet tore up splinters in the stage between his feet. He stopped in his tracks. Nichole was drunk and ugly, her face full of hate. She leveled the gun at all of them.
''Snuff! You're not going to do to her what you did to me. Oh no!'
No one moved. Nichole smiled at Web maliciously. She aimed her gun at his groin. 'Take it out!'
'Nichole, think of what you're doing!'
Nichole slowly cocked the hammer of the gun. 'Take it out!'
Slowly, Web reached down and unzipped his pants and took out his small flaccid penis. Nichole giggled at the sight. Then she focused her gaze on Kim. 'I… did this to… you. Get the pictures.'
Kim leaped from the stage and seized the pictures. Quickly, she checked for negatives and copies. She looked at Nichole and wanted very much to help her. 'Come with me,' she said, the urgency in her voice.
Sadly, Nichole shook her head. 'Belong here,' she said thickly, 'belong with him.' She pointed the gun at Web. 'You don't. Get out now, he'll never bother you again.'
Kim took her advice. She took Nichole's raincoat and the pictures and ran.
Kim never saw Web or Nichole or Ernie or Klaus again. She went back to her cottage and to her quiet life of morning and evening walks and waiting for her husband to return. No one, looking at her, could tell what she had been through. Yet, she was changed. Hank was to find that out when he came home.
His homecoming was quite a thing. Kim was waiting for him at the airport and had a fire in the fireplace when he got out of the shower and an iced bottle of champagne in a bucket. They sat on the floor in front of the fire and drank champagne until Hank began to get amorous. Tentatively remembering former times, he made a pass.
Kim excused herself and went to the bedroom. She emerged after a few long moments and Hank's eyes popped. She was naked! She was more than naked, she was lewdly dressed in high heels, black sheer stockings and a black garter belt. And she attacked Hank like a big hungry cat. In no time she had him naked and was playing with his huge, happily throbbing cock while she turned him around and her tongue licked lasciviously at the deep crevice between his buttocks.
It was just the beginning. Hank found himself hard put to keep up with her; he felt like he was being raped by a nymphomaniac!
When it was all over, after she had sucked his cock and guided it into her pussy and gave him the fucking of his life, while he was laying on his back and heaving for breath, she was plying him with more champagne and playing with his penis, gently urging it back to life.
'Where,' he asked, 'did you learn all of that?'
'All?' she asked, batting her eyes demurely, 'why Hank Stewart, you old fuddy-duddy, I have not yet begun to fuck!'
He looked at her for an astounded moment before he exploded with laughter and took her in his arms and kissed her, feeling not only had he built one hell of a bridge, he had himself one hell of a wife.
