Cynthia saw the two men eye up her body hungrily, taking in every enticing curve and inviting valley of her voluptuous form. Both men looked like they were salivating in anticipation as they let their eyes roam over her splayed form, made even more alluring by the sexy satin chemise.
“Sir, you can take your rightful position now,” Anton said as he looked at Jim and gestured to the area of the bed between Cynthia’s parted legs.
Looking at the two black studs with their huge cocks steadily lifting back towards full erection, Cynthia could see that Jim felt somewhat intimidated by the diminutive size of his own member, especially since he’d just come, and it had rapidly shrunk. As he rose from the cuckold chair and moved towards the bed, she saw him deftly tuck it back inside his flannel boxers. Still wearing his t-shirt as well, he crawled onto the bed and lowered himself down onto his stomach between Cynthia’s widely-spread thighs, knowing that, as Anton had said, being between his wife’s spread legs was his ‘rightful position’. As long as he was getting as turned on as she was watching her with all of these hunky black men, Cynthia knew Jim had no problem with that.
“Oh fuck, she’s drenched,” she heard Jim mumble under his breath as he looked at her plump juicy pussy. Her mons was glistening like she’d just come out of the shower, her warm nectar covering her flushed pink flesh. Cynthia knew that the scent of her, the alluring mouth-watering aroma of a turned-on woman, was flowing right into his senses and making his head swim with excitement. Jim always reacted that way when he got between her legs. She was incredibly aroused, and by the state of those stiffening black cocks poised near her pretty face, Anton and Clifford were too.
“There, very good, sir. Feel free to provide your wife with the pleasure she deserves once we start fucking her mouth,” Anton said as he shifted closer to Cynthia, Clifford doing likewise on the other side. Anton lifted his leg and swung it over Cynthia’s propped-up body, settling in on his knees as he straddled her, his stiffening erection bobbing menacingly over her up-turned face.
Looking at that beautiful black cock, Cynthia instinctively opened her mouth into an inviting circle, wanting with every ounce of desire in her body for them to face-fuck her, to plow those monstrous black cocks deep into her mouth, to make her slobber and worship those fleshy scimitars in any way they desired. She wanted to give them as much pleasure as she knew they were giving her just by letting this older white woman suck their powerful young black cocks. She almost swooned as she looked at Anton’s throbbing purple cockhead, the flared crown getting closer and closer to her waiting mouth as he flexed his hips forward.
“Ah, that’s it,” Anton said with a soft moan as he fed his surging prick right into Cynthia’s hot wet mouth, her slippery red lips adhering perfectly to the pebbly glans. Her spread lips followed the scintillating contours of the flared crown until he’d plugged it right into her mouth, her lips locking down, the lemon-sized knob trapped in her sucking mouth. Within seconds, she was already eagerly sucking on it, providing delightful suction at the same time she hollowed in her cheeks like a bellows, turning her mouth into a tight, hot, buttery sheath for him to face-fuck.
“Jesus, this woman is an amazing cocksucker,” Anton said quietly to Clifford as he started to flex his hips back and forth, feeding more of his lengthy shaft into her avidly-sucking mouth. Cynthia swirled her tongue on the underside of his fleshy drill. And drill her face is exactly what he did. He drew back, feeling her sucking mouth refuse to let him go, but he drew back until just the very tip was between her lips, and then slammed his hips forward, drilling his throbbing cock all the way to the back of her mouth. The blunt head of his engorged dick bumped up against the opening of her throat, but she didn’t gag or cough at all, she just moaned deep in her throat, at the same time her eyes half-closed in hooded bliss.
Cynthia wondered if he thought about working his prick right into her throat but, propped up on the stack of pillows like this, she wasn’t in the right position to take it that deep. That was all right, she thought, she was sure that there’d be plenty of opportunity to do that at some other point during their stay. She was moaning and slobbering over his thrusting erection, letting him know that she wanted it, wanted a thick black cock shoved all the way down her throat at some point, wanted to feel a hot thick load splash over her tonsils. She wanted him to know that she’d be able to take it, maybe not right now, but some time. She hoped he got the message, and the way he rolled his hips as he tested the opening to her throat told her he did. But now, it was Clifford’s turn to make use of that hot wet mouth of hers.
“Give it to her, Cliff. She likes it deep,” Anton said as he drew his leg back over her body to make way for his friend, his huge black club popping out of her mouth with a noisy ‘POP!’
Cynthia looked mystified as she was left with her mouth hanging open and gasping, wanting to feel that cock back in her mouth. She didn’t have long to wait as Clifford quickly straddled her. He grabbed his throbbing licorice-stick and plugged it right into her mouth. Cynthia knew he’d seen how roughly Anton had been fucking her face, and by the sounds of her animalistic moans of delight and the way her slobbering spit had drooled off the underside of Anton’s prick, she could tell Clifford knew she loved having her face fucked deep and hard, just as Anton had said. She watched as Clifford took hold of the top of the headboard with both hands and started levering his hips back and forth, making sure she got what she wanted.
Cynthia’s head was being pressed back into the pillows with each vigorous thrust, the headboard now beating a steady tattoo against the wall behind it as Clifford hammered his cock deep into her sucking mouth, just as Anton had. Cynthia was in heaven. This is what real men’s cocks were supposed to be like. Long, longer than she thought possible in a human being. Thick, thicker than her wrist, so thick she was sure her lips were going to tear wide open from the size of the enormous lances stretching her jaw wide open. And hard, so beautifully, powerfully, cunt-stretchingly hard. These three cocks she’d sucked on already had all been the same, velvety-soft on the outside, but hard as steel inside. If they felt this good just to suck on, her mind was swirling with anticipation at how good they would feel stretching and filling her needy cunt.