Penis 3 and Airtight
From Torg Adventure
On a whim, Ben made sure neither he nor Miguel would blow soon and silently wished. A tall, goodlooking black man in a blue uniform came through the doorway.
"Ma'am, I've got that estimate for your roof. What would you like me to do with it?" the man said, as if he saw this every day.
"Oh. Oh! OH! Put it down and come here. Ah! You've got something I need more. Unh!" Mrs. Rayburn said, her eyes staring at the new arrival with desire. Miguel and Ben maintained their pounding of her body. The roofer walked to the couch, unzipping his pants quickly on the way. By the time he was standing in from of the lady of the house, he had his substantial pecker poking through his fly. She grabbed his hips and positioned him at just the right spot, and she swallowed the head in one gulp. Her body shuddered hard as a mammoth orgasm washed through her. Ben could feel her sphincter tighten sharply, making it a little more difficult to thrust, but also making it much more intense. Miguel moaned deeply, indicating that the same thing had happened to her cunt.
When Ben looked up, Mrs. Rayburn had at least six inches of the uniformed man's eight in her mouth. He kept the gardener and himself in check for a while, while the worker caught up. It did not take long; Jennifer's mom was apparently expert at this operation. She also seemed to be in a constant state of climax. Watching the three of them stuffing this suburban mom full was the hottest thing Ben had ever seen.
A particularly loud groan from the African-American caught Ben’s attention, and he released the control on himself and Miguel. In three more strokes in each hole of Mrs. Rayburn, three loud male voices growled to a high-pitched aria of Mrs. Rayburn’s muffled scream, as they all unloaded immense quantities of interracial spunk deep into her three orifices. Ben was lost in a sea of ecstatic release. Mrs. Rayburn’s form quivered and jerked, spurred on by knowing that all three were pouring their life force into her. She had long ago relinquished herself to the pleasure.
The opera of ecstasy added two more voices when Jennifer and Louise screamed their climaxes to the room. Ben could not have turned to look if he wanted to, but his awareness knew that they were entangled in a wild sixty-nine position with Jennifer on top.
He kept the three men exploding until every hole oozed a stream of pearly essence. They all collapsed in a pile on the couch with Mrs. Rayburn, still impaled twice, in the midst.
What now?
