I was soon squeaking like a girl. “Jesus fuck! You’re making me … FUCK!” I protested.His tongue swirled, my head spun, and Kent pounded and swore until he finally said, “You ready for another fill?”Daniel let my dick slip from his mouth to answer and I stumbled side-ways off the lounge. “Give me every fuckin’ drop!” the boy commanded.Kent snarled and pounded him so hard I briefly thought he might have whip-lash! But soon enough Kent howled loud and long out into the Pacific breeze and pumped his seed into Daniel’s guts.“FUCK YEAH! I feel it. SO fuckin’ big and hard. Fuck you’re tearing me apart and burning my pussy!”My husband grunted through the dregs of his release and finally stopped his thrusts panting and sweating over our guest. He looked up, met my eyes, and then broke into a grin. “He’s a helluva hole isn’t he?”I grinned back and eased off the boy’s face. As Kent and I climbed off the fuck-boy he was panting too. I sat on the edge of the lounge and took Kent’s slimy dick into my mouth; goddamn he and Daniel and I tasted good all mixed on that big turgid dick of my husband’s. “If I he does say so himself yes he is!”
