Four men coming to do rolling work on powerlines. One night, $300 dollars. Easy money.
Three of them were dressed in their fluoro tops, all in their mid-20s and handsome. Behind them was another much older man in his early 50's talking on his phone, a man that immediately sparked a moment of recognition.
"Marcus?" Kay asked. "Is that you?"
When his dark eyes locked onto hers, the memories of twenty years before all came flooding back to her, as they did to him.
Memories of the booze and the wildest sex she'd ever had all hit the pleasure zones in her brain with a solid whack, but they were soon followed by the anger and the pain of his dishonesty and sudden disappearance.
"Fuckin' hell," he said, simultaneously covering the phone's mouthpiece and pulling his long grey hair back out of his eyes, "Kay? I'll be fucked. Hang on, give me a minute."
He turned away and quickly finished what was clearly a private conversation, and Kay immediately suspected that it was his bitch wife Marie, the pious woman who he disappeared with long before social media made it easy to stalk an ex.
With every word he stepped further away and she took the opportunity to welcome the other three men who were standing by, wondering just what was going on.
"Sorry," she said, and began shaking their hands.
"I'm Kay, your host, come inside."
The three of them dutifully took off their shoes before trudging inside the elegantly appointed bed and breakfast.
They introduced themselves as Tim, Russ and Paul and they all had a fairly rough demeanour. These lads had had a hard life. Rough shaven, muscular and tattooed she could feel their eyes on her as she showed them around the rooms.
These were not the type of young men she remembered from her time as a horny young woman with a free spirit and a desire for adventure.
Men then were more relaxed about their roles in life, these men were oozing masculinity, and she could smell and sense it.
"Is he on the phone to Marie?" she asked.
"Who's Marie?" Tim asked, in return.
"His wife. Tall, red hair."
"Hah, never heard of her. We know his wife all too well," he winked at Russ as he said it.
Kay smiled at the idea that he'd left that manipulative bitch that set out to destroy her life. She recalled the stories that Marie spread, mostly true, about her wanton ways with various men, including the handsome man that was now making his way into the house.
"Shit hey," he remarked. "Kay fuckin' Hogan."
"Marcus fuckin' Horne," she responded, to the chuckles of the three lads. "What are you doing here, in my bloody B and B?"
"Supervising these three ingrates," he pointed at the men who all sniggered. "I have been given the onerous task of showing them how the system out here works."
One thing that always turned her on about Marcus was his use of language. They both met as English teachers in a country school 20 years earlier. He was married to the aforementioned Marie, and she herself was in a relationship with her long-term partner Mick.
For months she resisted him, but one night when Mick was away, Marcus came knocking.
They fucked for hours and in ways that she'd never experienced before. Over time he convinced her to try anal, which, to her surprise, she enjoyed immensely. She swallowed his cum, spat his cum out and rubbed it around her naked body, sucked his balls and learnt to deep throat his cock down to the hilt.
She became not a slave, but a willing participant in a six-month sexual adventure that eventually included her partner Mick.
That resulted when her deep feelings of guilt surrounding her deception towards Mick led to a drunken apology to him. Even though he had become aware of her fondness for Marcus, he dismissed it as a workplace crush, one that he was going through with one of his colleagues, Kathy.
Her admission of guilt flicked Mick over to a side of his personality that he'd been repressing for far too long.
Weeks after her admission of her regular liaisons with Marcus, Mick confronted him, in a not at all aggressive way, at the regular Friday night drinking sessions at the local hotel. Curious to see how close the two were he invited him back for a few drinks, with the full approval of Marie, who had grown suspicious of Kay's true intentions.
That night in a haze of hash and booze the two of them fucked Kay onto another plain. She came like never before as they fucked both her holes, moaned as they slapped their cocks across her face and gurgled as their cum mingled in her mouth.
With Mick covering for Marcus the fucking sessions became more frequent and intense. Sextoys were introduced as they filled all her holes with either cocks or a dildo. A favourite soon became two cocks in her pussy, stretching it out wide and sending delicious orgasms through her.
The long summer school holidays were torture for Kay as Marcus dutifully headed away for six weeks holidays with his now pregnant wife.
As the new school term approached, the news got around of a few replacements, including one in the English staffroom.
Knowing that the rest of the staff were secure in their lives, they could only conclude that it was Marcus who, without any notice, left.
Some quick research proved their suspicions. Her family had come with a removalist and they simply packed up the home and disappeared, with no one knowing where they went.
All anyone could say was that he left teaching altogether and was back in the city. A place too big to find anyone who didn't want to be found.
They tried searching the phone directory but that proved fruitless and after nearly six months they gave up, notching up that torrid half of 2000 as an experience never to forget.
During their own holidays they did dabble with swingers club, mainly in the hope that Marcus, frustrated by his own sex life, would appear. They enjoyed several liaisons with other couples and soon the goal was simple sexual enjoyment rather than a search for the man that started it all.
Life in their small country town became difficult though soon after Marcus and his wife disappeared. They never approached anyone in town regarding swinging and kept themselves quiet. The school holidays were when they partied, in the safety and anonymity of the city.
Whether it was paranoia caused by guilt or the spread of rumours they both found eyes watching them, heads nodding and words whispered.
Six years after he left, Kay was offered a new job in the bigger centre she was now living in, and has for 14 years. There were no children, no pets and for the last two years, no husband.
Pancreatic cancer took Mick from her two years earlier. A short and painful affair, his passing left her empty and mournful. Since his death there had been no other man, couple or anyone that had touched her, loved her, cared for her.
Her only enjoyment came from a small group of female friends, the gym and good wine.
Now though he was back, standing only a metre away and still managing to send a delicious tingle down her spine.
The three young men were picking their rooms when Marcus broke the momentary silence.
"You three have a shower, get changed and head down to the pub where they have a table waiting for us," Marcus instructed his charges and turned to Kay.
"I can't believe that they're happy to go out in their work gear for the night," he continued. "I almost had to drag them here."
"Yeah," Kay concurred, "I hate seeing that."
She had many questions to ask Marcus now that he was back in her life, questions that she'd wanted answered for twenty years. She wasn't about to let the opportunity pass her by.
"Are you going with them or do you want to hang here for a bit and we'll head down later?" she asked.
He looked her up and down with that knowing look in his eyes and gave her a sly wink. She just shook her head and laughed gently as she turned away.
"Just make up your mind," she laughed, "For once."
Marcus was about to ask what she meant by ‘For once', but Tim interrupted.
"I'll have a tub first," he announced.
Kay turned towards Tim's voice just as he pulled, in one sweet and cool movement, his fluro shirt off, revealing his chiselled and tattooed chest.
"Good God," she exclaimed, "What is this? A male strip show?"
Marcus and the lads all laughed.
"They'd like to think so," he said, "They're just a bunch of knobs really."
Tim jokingly grabbed his dick through his pants and shook it at Marcus, a move that sent a shiver through Kay.
"Right then" she said to Marcus,"I'm going over to my part of the house."
"Yeah righto," Marcus responded, "I'll come say g'day to Micko."
Kay stopped dead in her tracks when she heard him mention her late husband's pet name. Clearly he didn't know what had happened.
Rather than set him straight she recommenced her departure, and with a mix of emotions coursing through her soul she crossed the entrance way into the separate part of the home where she dwelled.
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The gentle tap on the door Marcused ‘Private' set her heart trembling. With butterflies rampaging through her stomach, and the mixed emotions playing in her mind, she opened the door.
"Hey," Marcus said, as he reached for her, but she turned away and with a nod of her head drew him into her half of the house.
"They've all gone to the pub now," he continued, thinking she was worried about being seen to be affectionate towards him.
"That's no problem," she said with a tremor in her voice, a tremor that he picked up on.
"What's the matter?" he asked as he scanned the room looking for Mick. "Where's the old bloke?"
Kay turned to him with tears in her eyes, and he immediately knew that all was not well. His initial offering of a hug at the doorway was then vigorously accepted as she seeked consolation.
"He's gone," she muttered through her tears, "Died two years ago from cancer."
"Fuck," Marcus softly said into her hair. "Sorry, I had no idea." In a way it was both the right and wrong thing to say. Right because he truly had no idea, wrong in that he only had no idea because of his sudden disappearance.
Looking around the room now he could see a gallery of images that Mick, a keen photographer, had taken over the years. One image in particular struck a strong erotic chord that shot a twinge into his nether regions.
It was an image of Kay descending a flight of stairs in a short black dress. Her long dark hair hung seductively to one side and she looked absolutely glamourous. It was the first image in a series of x-rated shots that they took as she fucked them both. Clearly, the subsequent images weren't on public display.
Mick had a full darkroom in which he processed his black and white images,as this one was, but he also took one roll of colour images. A roll of photos that led to their discovery.
"Where did you go?" Kay asked him, as her tears settled.
"I thought you knew?" he responded. "We had to leave because everyone knew about us."
Kay pulled back and looked up at him with a quizzical look. "How did they know? I thought we were really safe."
"Surely Micko knew," he said. "It was those photos that fucked us over."
"Which photos?"
"The ones we took of us, you know, fucking."
Kay immediately turned to the image on the wall.
"It was the colour ones," Marcus continued. "He sent them to a lab in Bendigo, remember?"
Kay nodded.
"Well a sister of one of the students at school works there and recognised you, even though they didn't really show your face, it was your birthMarcus and your jade bracelet that gave the game away."
Kay recalled seeing how Mick, who took clear images of them in black and white, used colour only for some close-ups and artistic shots. Nothing pornographic, more erotic art.
"Probably would have been okay, if it hadn't been for the fact they also recognised me from my hair and earring," Marcus said. "The arseholes were too observant."
"No way," Kay said, breaking away from him and moving over to the picture. "We had no idea. We thought it was just Marie spreading rumours."
"Oh, it was," he said. "They sent her one of the pics in the mail. It was why we left."
"Fucking hell," Kay guffawed. "What a shit-show."
As she stood there staring at the image on the wall, remembering the hot sex that followed, Marcus came up behind her and placed his hands on her hips. There was no resistance.
"Really sorry to hear about Mick," he whispered. "We could have, you know, re-stoked the furnace."
"We went looking for you," she said, "Swing clubs in Melbourne we knew of. We had some great sex, but it wasn't the same."
"Really?" he exclaimed. "We moved to Sydney. I did the same thing, just not with Marie."
"Who with then?" she asked, "Are you still together?"
"Us? no," he laughed, "That all ended ten years ago. Ironically she had an affair and we finally split."
"So," Kay moved over to the shelf on which sat her whisky selection. "Who did you go to the clubs with, and who was that on the phone earlier?"
"All these questions. I went with a girl I knew from school called Sharon and on the phone was my son Tom."
"How many kids do you have?"
"Three. Tom, Kate and Bernadette."
Kay poured a slug of whisky into two glasses and handed one to him.
"Sante!" she exclaimed.
"Up yours," Marcus smiled as he took a huge swig of the 12 year old Irish Whiskey.
The booze hit them both with a slam and they went back to the wall of photos.
For a while they reminisced about the people they jointly recognised. One image rekindled yet another erotic memory for Marcus.
"See those three blokes here, here and here," he said pointing to a staff photo from 2000.
"What about it?"
"Micko and I were thinking of expanding the number of guys who were involved in our little soirees."
"What the very fuck!"
"Yeah, it was just an idea we cooked up. They were the single guys on staff."
"So the five of you fucking me or just one of them with you two?
"Any combination you wanted."
Kay sipped on her second glass of whiskey and stared back at the photo.
"From memory he was a bit fat, yeah?" she pointed at a bearded bloke. "I don't like fat blokes. The other two would have been okay. I probably would have said yes back then."
The conversation was getting them both aroused and it was Kay who took it up a notch.
"Do you want to see the other photos? The one's from twenty years ago, of us?
"You still have them? Fuck yeah."
She wandered over to a cabinet and pulled out a photo album. When Marcus flipped over the first page he was greeted with an image of her stark naked with a cock in her pussy and another in her mouth. He felt that familiar rush of blood to his cock as he not only relished the site of them all fucking, but revelled in the memory of how good her cunt felt.
"Fucking hell," he moaned. "That was so good."
He continued flicking through each page as the good old times with the two of them played back through his mind. Her first double penetration, how she screamed in joy as she came when they double fucked her pussy, how she used to play with their cum, how she enjoyed fucking with them all covered in oil.
Then came the colour images which caused their downfall. He pointed to one in particular and she knew what he was indicating. There was her birthMarcus on her calf, and the earring and locks of dark hair of the man eating her out was that of Marcus.
Marcus came to the end of the album and turned to Kay who had a questioning look on her face, one that needed no verbal question to be spoken.
Their first sexual contact in 20 years was clumsy to say the least. Hands hit hands as they groped at each other's clothes, their mouths locked together as tongues entwined. His shirt was the first thing to hit the lounge room floor as they clumsily disrobed in silence.
As Kay dropped her knickers to the floor Marcus was astounded to see that apart from a touch of a sag in her breasts, she was still as hot as the 28 year old in the photos. Her stomach was taut and her arse was still firm from her gym routines. He too was still okay. He was never a muscle man, but he wasn't a lardy either.
"Come here," he said. When they touched their movements finally became more synchronised. His hands ran gently over her body and she could feel him shiver slightly as she did the same.
"So beautiful to see and feel you again," he said. "I've thought about our times for years. I never quite got over it."
"Same," she said as she wrapped her tiny hand around his cock for the first time in two decades. "It still feels the same."
She looked up at him and said. "Does it still taste the same though?"
"Oh God I hope so," he chuckled as she slid down and squatted before him. With their eyes locked in a deep gaze she slipped his cock into her mouth, an action that elicited from him a subtle groan as she worked her magic over his knob-end. Her tongue swirled and twirled across it, her suction action was slight and seductive and when she deep-throated him all the way to the hilt, he lost his mind.
"Oh good God girl," he cried out. "Only you can do that, only you. I taught you well."
Kay recalled how she spent weeks deepthroating carrots of differing lengths and widths, how she used her toothbrush to control her gag reflex like a pro. How Mick was startled when she slid his cock down her throat for the first time.
With one hand on his cock and the other fiddling her clit she could feel her own wetness increasing as she went from deep throating him to sliding down the underside of his long cock and then sucking his balls. His little shivers as she did so added to her own enjoyment.
"I miss this cock," she moaned, "A bit smaller than Mick's, but that's okay."
"Hey," he laughed. "I'm 52, not 32. Things change."
Once more she sunk his cock in down to the hilt and with it slick with her spit she pumped the rigid member as she licked his ball bag.
"Not that you need it right now, but I have some of Mick's old Viagra in the bathroom," she smiled.
"Insulting," he laughed, "But interesting. Does it still work?"
"Just take two," she winked. "Mick had to use it, towards the end."
For a moment there was a risk of the erotic moment evaporating, but when she once more dropped her tongue and slid his cock in, whilst simultaneously squeezing his ball bag, it worked a treat.
"This cock though, is fucking beautiful," she cooed. "So good to suck a cock after all this time. Feeling it getting harder in my mouth. Tasting your pre-cum."
"Fucking hell," Marcus groaned. "You're still a dirty talking slut aren't you?"
"Hmmmppphh," she mumbled, with his cock in her mouth before pulling it out and saying, "It's impolite to talk with your mouth full."
Both of them knew exactly what she wanted, another cock, and it was Marcus that introduced the idea.
"Two cocks in you was always what you enjoyed the most, wasn't it?
Kay groaned as the synergy between them was voiced with words.
"Another cock inside you as you suck mine, filling your cunt and arse with cock," he continued. "Stretching you, filling you, making you cum.
Being fucked in the arse was also one of Marcus' lessons on how to become the sexual beast that she had become.
Slow, gentle and with loads of lube, being fucked in the arse started with a thin dildo before finally being penetrated by Marcus during one of their one-on-one encounters.
It was when she was first double penetrated that the value of anal sex was demonstrated so clearly for her. The heady mix of pain and pleasure sent her orgams into orbit. Those memories and Marcus' hard cock down her throat drove her cunt wild with anticipation.
Kay immediately let go of his cock and sprung onto the sofa. "Fuck me," she pleaded, "Fuck me hard, like the old days, fuck my wet cunt."
Marcus needed no invitation and he quickly climbed on top of her and slid his cock easily into her tight, but well lubricated snatch.
Even before he'd reached the bottom she could feel her orgasm rising within her. Three strokes later and that welcome feeling returned.
Like a dry creek bed suddenly filling with flooding water, Kay's juices exploded all over his cock as she orgasmed in a complete and overwhelming way.
"Ohhhhhhh," she trembled as her body shook, "Fuck yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Marcus immediately whipped his cock out and dived on her open cunt, licking up the copious juices that flowed out. Once more Kay shook whenever he sucked or licked her swollen clit.
"Oh my God," she moaned, "Where did that come from?"
"Plenty more to come too, I think," Marcus said, before sliding his tongue into her open hole.
"Oh fuck me," she cried, "Just fuck me."
With that demand he pulled her forward and slid his cock straight back inside her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered as he ran his hands up her petite frame and squeezed her nipples. This was always one of Kay's favourite positions when he and Mike used to fuck her. On the lounge with her legs spread, one of them on their knees between them, the other fucking her mouth and both of them rubbing her body and pinching her nipples.
"Seeing as you remember your first lesson so well, are you still proficient at lesson number two?" He asked.
"Oh fuck," she whimpered as even the thought of being fucked in the arse sent another shudder through her body.
"Oh God yes, but not now," she moaned. "Just concentrate on my cunt."
"Like feeling your cunt full of cock do you? Like having me slam into you like the slut you still are?
"Bang your little fuck toy," she cooed, "Fuck that pussy hard." Dirty talk was always a strongpoint between them, and that was encouraged by Mike who admitted that hearing her being called a slut turned him on.
He pulled his cock out and once more sucked on her clit before she leaned forward and sucked the juices off his pre-cum oozing cock.
"That tastes no different than before," she smiled at him as she pumped his cock gently into her mouth.
"All of it," he demanded, "Go on, swallow that cock."
Kay effortlessly slid it down her throat until his greying pubes tickled her nose.
He knew how much she enjoyed alternating between fucking and sucking, and there was one memory that sparked their next position.
Before Mike knew about their dangerous liaisons a desperate Marcus appeared in the kitchen window begging Kay to let him inside. Marcus had seen Mike ride off on his bicycle and knew that he'd be gone for a good hour or more and took the chance of a quick fuck.
Without any thinking she let him in and the fucking he gave her on the dining room table, and the ease with which he was able to walk from her cunt to her mouth pleased them both. Later all three of them would use the exact same place as they simultaneously fucked her holes.
"Up here," he said, motioning towards the very same table.
Kay's eyes lit up as she also recalled the delights that the humble dining table had brought her.
"Fuck yeah," she mumbled as she clambered up out of the lounge. "This is amazing."
She lifted herself on to the corner of the table and spread her legs once more, inviting Marcus to dine on her swollen, wet lips.
"Lick my pussy, suck my clit," she demanded.
Marcus dived straight down and slid his tongue from the bottom of her hole up to her clit where he sucked the swollen nub into his mouth.
"Oh god," she moaned, "dear god."
Marcus hummed gently as he sucked and licked her to yet another orgasm. He could feel the newly arrived juices flow out of her and onto his tongue as she shook in sheer delight.
Through half-closed eyes Kay begged him to slam his cock into her, to fuck her harder than ever before. Marcus did just that. With a leg in each hand he pulled her forward and slid his hard cock straight up to the hilt.
"Fuck," they said in unison as his cock slammed into her cervix.
"Holy hell," she moaned, as he pounded her like a jackhammer. Juices flowed freely from her cunt as her rolling orgasm continued. Her tight, hard nipples stood like sentinels to her arousal and Marcus responded by tweaking the hard nubs as he thrust into her.
"Those nipples," he muttered. "Fucking delightful."
With his balls slapping against the edge of the table he slowly pulled his cock out and quickly moved around to her face whereupon she rapidly sucked his cock down her throat.
With one hand rubbing her clit and another holding her head the duel stimulation had Kay writhing in delight. Tasting her own juices on a hard cock excited her beyond belief. What she wanted though was to feel a cock filling her cunt as she sucked him off.
With a pop she removed his cock and said "Right hand side bedside table, bottom draw, bring it here."
Marcus knew exactly what it was that lurked in that draw, a selection of toys that they once used on her.
In seconds he was back emptying the contents onto the table. Six dildos rolled comically across the oak surface and she immediately grabbed her favourite.
Marcus took the long thick cock off her and spat on the end of it before rubbing its head against her swollen clit and labia. As she resumed licking and sucking his cock he slid it into her, eliciting a guttural moan from her petite sweating frame.
With an increased passion he pumped the fake cock into her and shoved his cock as far into her willing mouth as he could. Her bucking and writhing he knew well. More orgasms were rushing through her. She was certainly the most insatiable woman he'd ever met.
"Oh god," she finally muttered as she came down off her peak and the dildo dropped to the floor. "Fuck me."
Marcus once more took position and slid into her now even wetter pussy.
On the table he noticed a vibrator amongst the collection and as she lay back with her eyes closed he grabbed it, placed it against her clit and turned it on. With a jolt she sat up and he felt her cunt tighten around his cock. "Fucking hell," she yelled out. Quickly she reached down and grabbed his balls and kissed him as they joined together. He could feel the inevitable rise of his impending orgasm and he let it come, allowing the crescendo to peak.
As his hot load squirted into her Kay joined in with her final orgasm of that session, a milder sharp crest of pleasure, but a more intimate and happy one. Marcus shook as he unloaded in her, his abdomen flexed as he spasmed in joy.
With elegance he slid out, catching as much of his cum as he could on his cock. Holding his dick he stepped around to her and she enthusiastically sucked and licked at the spoils of their love-making.
"That," he whispered with a slight vibrato as she licked his knob-end, "Was superb."
The dildos were splayed across the table and he reached over to a ribbed one and slid it up and down her wet cum filled hole. On the opposite side was the album, open to a photo of her with the very same toy in her arse and Mike fucking her mouth.
At the moment Marcus was feeling quite game and what he suggested had already been forming in Kay's mind.
"You remember how we were planning a gangbang for you?" he asked her, causing her to slowly open her eyes and stare at him. "These guys are always gagging for a decent fuck."
"Oh God," she groaned, "All four of you? Together?"
"If you like."
She sat up and looked at him with that wicked smile he loved so much. "Talk about breaking the drought."
Marcus laughed and reached over to the album. "Maybe we could add a few more pages to this."
"You're serious then?" she said with a keenness he loved. "Aren't I a bit old?"
"They love the older ladies," he said. "Young ones aren't nearly as much fun."
"How do you know?"
"Oh, you know, blokes at work and at the pub, the talk always leads to fucking and/or football."
Kay sat up and cupped his withering prick in her hand. "So, what's the plan? Are you just going to call them up now and tell them or what?"
He smiled and shrugged. "Fucked if I know. I'll go down and have dinner and we'll see how we go. Check the mood so to speak."
Quickly Kay hopped off the table and headed into the bathroom. Seconds later a box of Viagra hit him in the chest.
"Old man, you might need them."
"Once again, get fucked," he laughed.
Marcus collected his clothes off the floor and carried them back into his side of the house. Quickly she had a shower and examined her body in the mirror. Knowing what young men were watching on porn nowadays, she decided that her thin fuzz of hair would need to go. And she didn't want anything to get in the road of the four cocks that were coming her way.
She wrapped her robe around herself and stepped out into the lounge room just as Marcus, now dressed in his casual attire, re-entered.
"I was thinking, maybe a photo will convince them?"
"Hmm, no," she said. "It's my local pub. Last thing I want is a rerun of the past disaster."
"Yeah, fair enough."
"But then, adding to the collection would be nice, just not on phones, we can use the camera."
"Nice, that's a great idea, make a fucking porno."
He stepped forward, opened up her gown and examined her neatly trimmed pussy.
"Nice work," he rubbed his hand against her mons. "They're going to love that. Believe me, these guys are going to fuck you real hard."
"How do you know?"
"Never you mind," he said, with a charming wink. "I'd better go."
"Yeah go on, fuck off," she laughed. "Enjoy yourself but don't order the pizza, they're shit."
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90 minutes later the sound of the four men raucously re-entering the B&B sent a nervous shiver down her body. In that time she had hatched a plan that she'd messaged Marcus.
She would be wearing nothing but a simple wrap around dress and would come into their side of the house with the photo albums of the past, with the sex one at the bottom. Flick through the albums, then be shocked when they see her being fucked by their boss. It was corny, but it was all she really had.
She had the camera all charged and ready to go, the card was at full capacity. And she'd even lubed up her arsehole.
Marcus though had a different plan. It was much simpler.
A tap on the door and Kay was on her feet, adrenalin sending her skin tingling and her nipples erect against the sheer black material.
With the albums in hand she opened the door and smiled at Marcus who once again had that cheeky grin on his face.
He took the camera off her and set it to video.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Fuck yeah," she said.
Kay had spent the last hour or so playing out the scene in her mind, a slow seduction of the men followed by hardcore sex, what she wasn't expecting was to find the three young men standing around the lounge room, already naked, stroking massive hard ons.
When she turned to Marcus he was already filming the scene.
"What the very fuck," she said.
"Guys, meet Kay. Kay likes to be fucked nice and hard, in all her holes too, just like my wife Sharon."
Kay was stunned, but the earlier remarks by Tim and Russ made sense, they really did know Sharon.
It was Paul though that made the first move. His cock bobbed enticingly as he moved towards her. "You know, we could tell that you were a horny slut," he said.
He took the books off her and placed them on the table. As he did so Kay undid the loose knot on her dress and let it drape forward, revealing her tight naked body.
"Glory days," he said.
When his hands touched her the other two moved forwards as well and Kay was suddenly surrounded by hard cocks and the muscly hands of three horny men.
"Oh fuck," she murmered as fingers rubbed her arsehole and pussy, finding their way into her wetness.
Her own hands grabbed onto two of the finest cocks that she'd ever held, and she'd held quite a few. With no complaints from the lads she squatted down and one after the other sucked and wanked them off. In the haze of lust she was in she hadn't noticed that Marcus had stripped off as well, and she now had a fourth cock at her disposal.
"Suck those cocks baby," he urged, "Deep throat them like I taught you."
As if by demonstration he moved in front of her and slid his cock down her throat until his balls were on her chin.
"Now Tim," he ordered, as he slowly pulled out.
"Fuck, even Sharon can't do this," Tim groaned as a happy Kay let the cock slide down to the hilt. Each one of them sampled Kay's willing throat in turn as they wondered just what she was capable of.
"Yeah," Marcus admitted, "She's always been a top fuck our Kay has. It's been two years though lads since she's fucked anyone, so I reckon she's almost a virgin again."
"two years?" Russ exalted, "Fucking hell, my balls are bursting after two days."
They all agreed that two years was all too long and that they were going to perform some serious catch ups.
Tim moved in as she wanked Paul and Russ's cocks.
"I wanna fuck your face baby, let me fuck your face," he urged. Kay nodded as he held the back of her head and began a rapid sequence of thrusts into her mouth. His cock was as rigid as an arm as he pumped in like a piston. Thick threads of drool hung from her lips and dripped down onto her naked body.
Tim scooped up some of the drool and smeared it around her face and his cock before resuming the face fuck.
Marcus held the camera and filmed her taking turns having her face fucked by the three men and the drool hanging from her chin.
"Looks like loads of cum on you already, babe," he said.
She popped Tim's cock out of her mouth and said straight to the camera, "Better start fucking me before I make these guys do just that."
Kay bounced up like a startled monkey and lay across the bare dining table. Paul was the first to approach her wet and open cunt as Russ slapped his cock against her mouth.
"What a fine pussy," Paul moaned in appreciation. "So fucking perfect I just have to eat it."
The sensation of a strong man's tongue sliding along her pussy and another man's cock sliding into her mouth sent a jolt of electric desire through her body.
Her moans of delight heightened the lust of the men who were all aching to feel her cunt wrap around their cocks.
Paul tongued her arsehole as well and could taste the lube she'd used.
He stood up and slapped his iron bar like cock against her pussy, causing Kay to pop Russ's cock out of her mouth.
"Oh yeah slap my pussy with your cock." She looked around the four men and reading their expressions of intense desire correctly, she made a demand.
"Fuck me hard boys, fuck my cunt nice and hard."
Paul wasn't a man to say no to a lady and easily slid his cock into the hilt in one hard and pleasing thrust.
"Fuck," Both Paul and Kay called out as his cock slammed into her cervix.
"Oh God yes," she groaned, as the second cock for the night hit home.
Russ kept her from speaking anymore as he slid his cock back into her mouth. A job that he was soon sharing with Tim.
"So many cocks for you tonight, babe," Marcus cooed, "It's her first time for four cocks tonight lads, and I'm sure it won't be the last."
"It sure won't," she said, swapping between Tim and Russ.
Marcus put the camera up on a dresser and aimed it at the table as he took on the role of tit squeezer and clit rubber.
Kay reached down and took his hard cock in her hand, rubbing its length as the team fucked her. She realised then that it was the first time that she had four cocks touching and fucking her all at once.
It certainly didn't get any better than that.
When Marcus reached down and rubbed her clit whilst Paul held her legs apart and thrust hard into her, she felt those delicious tremors and sharp twinges of delight spread throughout her body. Never before had she had so many sensory delights coursing through her body.
Cocks swapping places in her mouth, a nice hard cock pummelling her cunt, her tits being squeezed and caressed by various hands and another hard cock in her own hand was not how she expected the day to end.
As her orgasm hit her she could see herself through closed eyes, spread out on the table like the slut she'd always been, taking cocks from all and sundry.
"That's so good," Paul said, "Russ mate, fuck this bitch good. Stretch her cunt."
Russ high fived Paul as they swapped places and she relished the taste of her own juices as Paul began fucking her mouth.
"So fucking good," Russ moaned, as he slid into her wet greasy hole. "Damn!"
"I told you she was good," Marcus said, before moving Russ out of the way. "My turn again mate."
Tim moved away and was replaced by Russ who gladly joined in with Paul as they slapped their cocks across her welcoming face.
When Tim slid into her horny cunt Marcus retrieved the camera and recommenced the hand held action.
"Let's move onto the lounge lads, because I want to fuck her slutty arse," he said.
"Woohoo," Tim called out, "An arse fucking slut. I love her."
"This is fucking wild," Paul said, "I suppose you're going first boss?"
"Too fucking right I am. I've been thinking of this arse for years."
The lads all stepped away from her and she immediately rubbed her pussy as soon as she was free of the cocks.
"She's stunned," Tim said. "Too much cock babe?"
She just smiled at him and said, "There's never too much cock. You can get on the lounge for that comment."
He just shrugged and sat down, his cock sitting proudly up.
Kay crawled between his legs and poked her tiny arse up into the air.
"Don't go too hard, I might end up biting down..." she said with a mischievous tone.
"Oh dear," Tim said as she engulfed his knob.
Marcus dropped down behind her and with a gobful of spit greased up his cock in preparation for her anal fucking.
"You two," he said to Russ and Paul, "Don't just stand there one grab the camera, the other get near her mouth."
Russ grabbed the camera and immediately became the narrator.
"Give her your cocks boys, she fucking loves it.
Kay moaned in agreement which turned into a whimper of pain and pleasure as Marcus edged his way into her arse.
"Look at the way she's handling it, look at it!" Russ continued. "Look at how she's taking us all on. Stick it to her Marcus, fuck her arse."
Marcus slowly edged his cock into her as she groaned deeply and lustily.
"Oh fuck that's good, it's been too long," he growled as he quickened up the pace.
Feeling the lube that she'd applied around her arse made the sharp acceleration of pace easy. Like a man possessed he plowed into her arse as she made little cries of ecstasy.
Marcus slid his cock out and stood up, slapping her arse cheeks as he did.
"Baby," Marcus softly said, "Three men here to fuck your arse, I think it needs it, don't you?"
"Fuck yeah," she moaned, "All of you, fuck my arse."
Marcus stepped away from her anal delight and was replaced by Russ who was quick to hand over the camera.
"Babe," Marcus said, "Do you have any massage oil around?"
She silently nodded, "In the bathroom, second drawer on the right," she muttered.
Russ spat down on her hole and slid right in.
"Yahoo," he called out. "Fuck yeah you wonderful slut."
Kay loved the fact that she was once again the temptress she always enjoyed being. The main attraction in a fuck-show of pornographic proportions.
As Russ pulled out Tim hopped up and at first fucked her pussy before then sliding into her arse that was now even oilier as Marcus trickled massage oil down her back.
"Oh man," he groaned as a man does as he's about to cum, "I really need to cum baby, you ready?"
"Fuck yeah," she called out, "Cum all over me baby, cum."
Tim whipped his cock out and like a fire hose he sprayed his youthful jizz up over her back and down onto her just fucked arse.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said as his lower abdomen twitched and flexed, helping his load shoot across her body.
"Nice load," Paul said, as Kay sucked and licked his balls.
"I hope you have one just as big," Kay said to him before she stopped Marcus from a second serving. "Let Paul have a go. Don't be greedy."
Paul was about to get up but Kay told him to stay sitting on the lounge, because she had a plan to be fully stuffed with cock before they all petered out.
She climbed onto the lounge and turned her back to him and as Russ filmed her, she slid down, engulfing his cock in her arse. Her pussy was wide open and as soon as Marcus began rubbing her clit she came once again.
Her juices flowed freely as she twitched and contracted in delight. Marcus replaced his hand with his cock and for the first time in years she was being double penetrated. And she loved it.
"Fuck her face," Marcus told Russ, "Tim, you film."
Within seconds Russ was filling her mouth with his prick and finally she was totally stuffed with cock. Her body surged in delight as she felt the combined thrusting of three horny men fucking her holes.
She looked up at Marcus and loved seeing the look of intense concentration of a man fully immersed in fucking. Small beads of sweat were forming on his brow as he pummelled her wet cunt.
It may have been years since they last enjoyed each other's wanton ways, and she knew exactly what would tip him over the edge.
With some difficulty she reached around and grabbed his ball bag, and rubbed Paul's as well.
"Whoa," he called out, "Don't do that, you know I'm... Oh fuck."
Kay giggled at his attempts to stop his orgasm and when she felt him cum inside her she reeled back in joy.
Russ was keen to cum too, but was also wanting to fuck her. "He boss," he said, "Give me a go at her, I love sloppy seconds."
Kay was really happy to hear that news and as Marcus withdrew his slick, cum coated cock, Russ was quick to slide in soon after.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned as he buried his cock to the hilt in her wet snatch.
Marcus hopped up on the lounge and offered his cock to her, a gift she was quick to enjoy. His cum mingled with her juices and the look in his eyes as she swallowed the remnants of his oozing ejaculate was priceless.
The sight of her balancing a pea-sized glob of his jizz on her tongue was too much for the frantic Russ who whipped his cock out of her pussy, hopped quickly onto the sofa and sprayed his erratic cum-firing cock over her face. Paul luckily dodged one spurt that landed on the lounge between him and Kay's heads.
"Settle down mate," Paul laughed.
Kay opened her mouth as Russ finished pumping his load into it. Nearby Tim was catching every moment on video.
As soon as he was finished Kay hopped off Paul and knelt across the ottoman, "Pick a hole, any hole," she said to him.
Quick as a wink he moved in behind her and slid his cock into her dripping cunt. Within minutes he too was ready to cum and when he was ready he pushed his cock fully into her, exploding against her cervix.
"Fucking hell," his voice shook as he said it, "That was amazing. Thank you."
Almost in unison the four men clapped their hands in appreciation of what had just happened.
"Thank you," Kay said, before rolling off the ottoman and onto the sofa. "I so needed that."
"Hey boss," Tim said as he handed the camera over to Marcus.
"Is this place going to be a regular stay?"
"Fucking oath," Marcus replied. "The hospitality is first grade."
"I do my best," Kay lifted herself slowly off the sofa and feeling the cum conform to the demands of the law of gravity, shuffled her way to the toilet.
When she was finished Paul was hooking up the camera to the TV and Marcus was in the shower.
"Okay lads, you enjoy that," she said.
When Marcus saw Kay enter the bathroom his cock received another twinge of expectant delight, but three fucks was never going to happen in one day, and Kay was only there for a refreshing douche and some long needed intimacy.
When they were clean and dry the re-entered the lounge room where the three lads were immersed in watching themselves fuck Kay. "Great," she said. "I imagine I'll be all over the internet soon enough."
"Hmmm, not if you don't want to," Marcus asked.
"Not really."
"Okay then, sorry lads, the show's over."
With understandable dismay the three lads allowed Marcus to gather up the camera and with Kay leading the way they headed off to her side of the house.
"Get to bed you three, we have an early start tomorrow, life goes on."
"Yes boss," Paul said sarcastically.
"Fuck off Paul," Kay called out with a laugh.
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Kay collapsed across the bed in an exhausted huff and slid slowly under the soft cotton sheets.
Marcus climbed in next to her and cupped her left tit in his hand.
"I'll try not to wake you," he whispered, "I'll be up at 5."
"Five? Fuck that," Kay murmered before slipping off into a dopamine rich and deeply satisfying sleep.
In the morning she awoke expecting to find Marcus lying snoring next to her, but the room and house was empty. On the bedside table was the camera. The lads had all gone and all that remained was the strong scent of a mixture of male colognes.
Disappointed she slunk back into the kitchen and brewed herself a pot of tea. In the mirror in the lounge room she caught a glimpse of herself and she had to admit that she looked amazing. She didn't realise it, but she was smiling.
That smile increased when her phone buzzed and the familiar tone of another booking chimed through the room.
When she opened her account there was an image of Marcus and a stunning looking woman with long dark curly hair who she knew was Sharon. The booking was for six people for two nights in two weeks' time.
"Hi Kay," the message read "Thanks for looking after Marcus and the lads, such a great surprise. We're looking forward to cumming out to see you in person. BTW is six the maximum? There are 8 of us wanting to cum."
Kay grinned as her nipples hardened and her pussy tingled. The slut inside was back.
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