Incest/Taboo Evolution

I have a reservation for 6pm. The maitre d walks me to my table, and he politely helps me into my seat. He hands me a menu and says he will be back soon to take my drink order.

I'm immediately impressed with the decor and lighting. It's mostly couples aged 30 and up dining here, everyone smartly dressed. I feel a few lingering eyes on me, and that's confirmed when I glance around the room and make eye contact with a few men, and even one or two women.

One elderly lady doesn't seem to approve of my dress sense, I see her look down her nose and shake her head disapprovingly. Her husband doesn't seem to mind though, so I give him a little smile, and he grins back delightedly, until his wife appears to kick his shin under the table. Poor old guy, probably never gets any at home. Well, he can have his way with me if he wants, even if it is a pity fuck.

My meal was everything I hoped it would be, my only disappointment being not one man approached me the whole time. What's a girl gotta do to get some cock. I was probably a bit optimistic expecting much by way of action somewhere like this. But I have a feeling where I'm going next will be very different.

I need to use the washroom to pee and freshen up a little before I leave. I'm guessing the facilities here are somewhat more sanitary than where I'll be in ten minutes time. As I'm sitting down on the toilet, my black panties down at my knees and dress hiked up over my ass, I empty my bladder to great relief. I had two glasses of wine with dinner, but a lot of water too, so I needed to go bad.

I'm giving myself a wipe to dry off with the soft toilet paper, it's actually better quality than my own at home, when I hear the main door to the washroom click open and somebody enter. There's one other stall and it's free, I was here on my own until now, so they can use that one. It's right next to the one I'm in, but I don't notice the other woman enter it. Maybe she's just powdering her nose or something.

When I pull up my panties and fix my dress back into place, I reach back to flush as I open the latch on the door. My heart jumps out of my chest I get such a shock. My admirer from the table across from where I was sitting is standing there staring at me. The shock only lasts for a split second though. Finally, I think to myself, someone with the balls to come and get me.

I give the old guy another smile, and just as he's about to start talking, I bring my finger to my lips, telling him silently to keep quiet. I don't want a conversation. I don't even want to hear his voice.

Without leaving the stall, I turn around to face the toilet and wall. I pull my dress up again, baring my panty covered ass to this stranger, and lean forward over the toilet, placing my hands on the wall for support.

He gets the message, and steps into the stall behind me. I hear the latch click on the door as he closes it. The next sound is a clink of metal, his belt I assume, followed by the rasping of a zipper being pulled down.

He's pretty old, maybe 70 or more, so I'm worried for a second if he can get it up. But I had no reason to doubt him. I feel his fingers snake into the leg hole of my panties as he grabs them and pulls them to the side. The excitement of an impending fuck always gets my juices flowing, and this is no different. I hear him shuffle his feet closer to me, then I feel the tip of his cock against my slit and his wrist against my ass as he tries to find his target.

I don't reach down between my legs to help him, I decide to let the old fucker do his thing. Then suddenly I feel him enter my pussy, just the tip, and when he's happy he's safely in my hole, he rams himself forward and shoves it all the way in.

I put on a little show for his ego, giving a few grunts and soft moans as he humps me like a dog, his head resting on my back while he ruts away, pushing me closer to the wall. I feel his lips on the part of my back that's bare, then his tongue licking my skin.

In reality, it's the situation that's giving me the most enjoyment, and not his performance. He's small, four, maybe five inches, which can be enough if used correctly. But he's not going to win any prizes on that count either. I don't care though. He wanted me, and he had the balls to come and get me. At the moment, that's turning me on more than anything else.

I feel him take his weight off my back and his hands grab me by my hips. Then he hisses loudly as I feel his warm load enter me.

He's managed to push me over the toilet bowl as he fucked me, which ended up being a good thing because when he pulled out, most of his cum slipped out of me and straight into the toilet with a plop.

Tearing off another piece of paper, I wipe off some more of his slimey load, then drop that into the toilet too.

When I turn to face him, he's tucking his shirt back into his pants, and I can see he's about to say something again. But he stops short when I put my finger on his lips this time.

I leave the restroom as he leans back against the wash basin, catching his breath. When I walk past his wife on my way towards the exit, I give her a beaming smile, but she just glares back. Oh well....

It takes me a little longer to walk to Rocky's in my heels, I hadn't factored that in. Rocky's is a bar, well a dive bar really, but it's popular among the college kids, and every degenerate in the city. It's been around since Tom and I were kids, and we came here a couple of times when we were young.

When I walk in, I'm immediately aware that there are few, if any, other women here. It's mostly groups of college guys in their early twenties, a few tables of older men, the more sketchy types, and then a few randomers sitting at the bar.

To say it was intimidating walking into a bar full with around forty or more men would be understating it. But I wanted it. I longed for the attention, something I could probably only admit to myself.

My heart is pounding as I perch myself on a high stool at the bar, and I can almost taste the testosterone in the air. This is more like it. The restaurant was great, but this is what I really came out for this evening.

I order a drink to settle my nerves. I'm incredibly horny, literally any of the guys in here can have me if they want. I just want to feel desired, even if it is just someone using me as a cum dumpster.

"You definitely don't come here often," the bar tender says when he leaves my drink down in front of me.

"No, not in a long time," I say.

"Are you sure you want to hang around here? These guys can get pretty rowdy," he says, subtly advising me what might be store.

"Thanks, but I think I'll be OK. They just want to let off some steam," I reply with a smile.

"OK honey, don't say you weren't warned," he says shaking his head as he walks off.

I can feel their eyes on me, and I can hear a few comments that make me wet.

"Yeah man, she's a hot piece of ass. I wonder will she take it up the ass?" some college kid says to his buddies, and they all start laughing. What the fuck is wrong with me, getting turned on by bullshit like this.

"Fuck you man, I'm going first on this bitch," someone else says. He sounds older than the college kids. OK, now he sounds a lot more serious.

If this was five years ago, I would have gotten the hell out of here as quick as my legs could carry me. But now the opposite is true, this is music to my ears. What the hell has happened to us?

"Hey little lady, what you doin here all alone?" the guy I just heard behind me says as he leans on his right elbow on the bar, facing me.

"Just having a drink. Why? Can people not do that on their own anymore?" I say, unintentionally sounding a little sassy.

"Hmmm, a feisty one," he says, then takes a sip from his beer. "Just how I like em. How'd you know," he says, then belches out the side of his mouth.

This guy is a revolting pig, but there's something about his big hairy arms, and hands that are definitely well used to physical work, it's arousing. I should be disgusted by his rude behavior, treating me with a total lack of respect. I am disgusted, but that's not all it's doing to me.

"Come on," he say, wrapping his calloused hand around my arm above my elbow. "I've had enough of this bullshit." Then pulls me off the stool. When I'm standing beside him, I realize how much smaller than him I am.

The size difference wasn't that noticeable from the high stool. He's at least a foot taller than me, with a beer belly, chest hair protruding out over the round neck of his t-shirt, and a very unmanicured beard. Any woman in her right mind would make for the door. But I can't, my throbbing pussy is keeping me in this situation.

When he starts walking, I let him lead me along by the arm. I'm getting more excited with every step I take. He's walking towards the washroom, the men's washroom. I can smell it before we get anywhere even close to it. He pushes the door open and pulls me in after him. That's when the nauseating smell of piss, vomit, and God knows what else becomes almost overpowering. It's the worst place I've ever been in my life. But I still can't stop myself from letting him drag me along.

His floppy cock is out before I even notice him reach into his pants. He just nods to the ground in front of him.

My autopilot takes over and I squat down, my head now level with his manhood. Everything about this man is revolting, and our surroundings are equally bad. The floor is covered with piss, streaks of pubic hair in all of the urinals, and the entire place looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a long long time.

His cock isn't much better. It smells of stale urine and sweat, and I gag when I take him soft into my mouth.

He grows quickly, and grabs my head with both hands, ruining my hair, and keeping my mouth buried into his pubes. His cock is short and fat, so this is a minor throating compared to what Tom gives me. Tough guy here probably thinks he's making me suffer, I can't help but smile.

When he's had enough of my mouth, he pulls back and grabs me by my armpits, lifting me to my feet. Then he grabs onto my waist and lifts me up into the air with ease, turns around and places me on the the wash basin unit, with my legs dangling over the edge.

The mashes his mouth to mine and invades me with his tongue, his coarse beard hairs roughly scratch against my chin and some even go up my nose. The smell and taste of beer on his breath is strong. I feel his hands slide up the outside of my thighs, then he grabs hold of my panties and yanks them down my legs pulling them off over my stilettos, then he throws them on the ground in a puddle of piss.

Hooking his left arm under my right knee, he drags my bare ass towards him, along the cold wet tiles to the very edge. I'm spread wide open for him as he opens his pants. I don't even see his cock before he shoves it inside me. He lifts up my left leg with his other arm, and then throws both of them up over his shoulders, one on each side. He gives me what I can only describe as an unmerciful pounding. I come, quickly, then I come again a minute later.

He's a disgusting animal, but he can fuck. Then like all men, when he reaches the point in proceedings where the finish line comes into view, there is nothing he can do except let nature take it's course. With his strong hands gripping my hips tight, he presses forward as he is about to climax, bending my knees up beside my ears, then erupts inside me. Thank God for yoga.

It takes him a minute to catch his breath, and I can feel him going soft in me. I can't move as he's still resting his upper body on top of me. Then suddenly he stands up and steps back, leaving me spreadeagled beside the wash basin. He walks towards the door without even saying another word. I've served my purpose for him.

As he's leaving the washroom, I notice he has to walk sideways out the door, squeezing past someone else. One of the young college guys is waiting there. He hesitates for a second, but seeing me sitting with a thick load oozing from my pussy and not bothering to even try covering myself up, must have given him the encouragement he needed. Two big steps forward and he's in between my legs.

He fumbled with his belt, but manages to get it open and his pants down in under ten seconds. Then he enters me, poking his cock into the other man's cum without a second thought. This is a more gentle fuck, and he's full of compliments for me, telling me how beautiful I am and all that. I'm still sitting up on the edge of the wash basin unit, with my legs spread and my hands around his neck holding on for support.

I look over his shoulder and I see three more men come in, but they're not here to piss. Word must have gotten around. I notice they're all rubbing and squeezing their cocks in their pants as they look on at me and the college kid. Then the one closest opens his pants and take his hard prick out. The other two follow suit.

When I see this I feel a gush of my pussy juice flow out around my current mate's shaft. The sight of a line of men forming, waiting to have a go on me, pushes my into another climax.

I've never done anything like this before. I've had sex with countless men, but nothing like this. I'm disgusted with myself, but I'm also more turned on than I've ever been in my life.

The college guy finishes, all over my stomach and dress, then the next in line takes his place. After him, I kinda lose track, they seem to just keep on coming. Even the bar tender comes in for his turn. Most of them are quick, nine or ten humps and they empty themselves. Some call me names, others compliments. I enjoy both equally.

Then when what must be the twentieth man releases his seed inside me, that's a rounded number, I couldn't even guess at an exact figure, I don't see anyone else in the room. I've gotten through them all. Suddenly, I'm alone in this cold, dank shit hole, soaked with semen, and I'm not sure what to do next. I slip down from the ledge and stand up straight, then I grab a handful of tissue paper to try clean myself up a bit.

That's when I hear the door squeak once more. I look back over my shoulder and see a man mountain behind me. He instinctively stoops down a little, so he doesn't clip his head on the top of the door frame. He looks down at me, checking out my ass, then whistles softly to himself.

"This is a nice surprise," he says in a deep sexy voice, and it's like a vibration straight to my clit. My eyes go to his pecs that are bulging through his skin tight white t-shirt. Then to his massive arms, his biceps about to burst open his sleeves.

"Would it be OK if we had some fun?" he asks me, more politeness and manners than ever other man here tonight combined.

"Em, I'm a little bit of a mess right now," I say. "Not exactly at my finest." I am literally covered in cum.

"Don't worry about that. You're beautiful," he says.

He is a magnificent specimen of a man. I can feel myself get weak at the knees in his presence. Maybe around 30 years old, at most, and about 6'6" I would guess, I can't stop looking into his eyes. He is so attractive. I feel like a teenage girl again, with a crush. And this crush is making my pussy ache.

All I can do is smile back at him, I'm smitten. That's all the invitation he needs. He steps forward, and I'm expecting him to do what all the rest of them did and whip out his cock, but he surprises me. I've already turned around to the mirror again, waiting for him to take me from behind, but instead he takes my hand and turns me around to face him. Then, surprising me even more, he leans down to kiss me on the lips.

Despite his physically dominating appearance, his kiss is gentle, tender even. I'm gushing already. His stubble is rough, but he's not scratching it across my lips. I only feel the texture when I bring my hands to his face. I'm more turned on from this kiss than all the cocks I've taken tonight.

When he touches my sides above my waist with his hands, I melt into him. I launch my tongue as far into his mouth as I can, and I'm the one who reaches for his belt buckle.

I get his jeans open, and manage to get them down to his thighs, then he takes over. As I look down while he pulls his boxers down to free himself, what comes into view is almost impossible to describe. This man has the most magnificent cock I have ever laid eyes on. Now, I am married to a man who up until this very second, had the most perfect penis on this great Earth, or so I thought.

He's not even fully hard yet, but it's already longer and thicker than Tom's. When he pulls it out, he instinctively gives it a couple of tugs, and that brings it to full mast. It's fucking majestic. He's so tall, it's almost level with my chest, and I can see the massive veins snaking their way all around this beast, all the way up to the enormous purple, oozing head.

"If it's too much for you, that's OK," the stranger says after seeing my reaction to his meat.

"Only one way to find out," I reply coyly, not mentioning I've been rammed by another whopper my whole adult life. I think I'll be fine. He is close to ten inches long though, so he will be going deeper than any man has gone before I suppose.

I lean down, I don't even need to squat to reach it, and I open wide. The bulbous head fills my mouth, and I give him my best mouth work as I wrap my hands around his unbelievably fat shaft, then get into a nice suck and handjob combo. After a couple of minutes of this, I decide to take him into my throat, but pretend to gag and choke.

"Oh shit, are you OK?" he asks, concerned, as I pull him out and gasp for air. It's an act of course. I could take him down into my stomach. But I feel like putting on a little show.

"I'm OK," I say between breaths, "it's just soooo big."

"I know, it usually scares women off. They all think they can take it, until they try," he says, and he seems to have accepted I'm another one of those women.

"Let me try again, please," I pretend to beg as I look up at him while jerking off his battering ram.

I wait a few seconds, then I take him into my mouth again. I give his cockhead a few swirls with my tongue, which is almost impossible my mouth is so full. And then I start lowering my face down towards his stomach, feeling him enter my throat, and slowly keep on going. I close my eyes, concentrating on keeping my throat muscles relaxed enough to take something this big, and I don't stop until my nose pushes into his pubic bone.

I risk opening my eyes, careful to keep calm, and look up at him. His eyes are wide and his mouth is hanging open, in shock. I give him a little wink, and close my eyes again, and get back to work.

"Jesus Christ, I, I, I've never had this before. Nobody has even been able to......not even close," he says, trying to tell me he's never been deepthroated. So I decide to really treat him.

"When you're ready to come, push it all the way back down and just let it out, OK baby," I say, then take him back into my mouth.

"I, I, oh shit. Wow," he tries to speak, his mind blown. But he regains his thoughts pretty quick and wraps his huge hands around my head.

He's gentle, to begin with, but he speeds up, getting more adventurous. In the end, he gives me the face fucking of a lifetime. I think I've unleashed a monster. Then when he's nearing his climax he bottoms himself out, and shoots his load into my stomach with is balls pressed against my chin. Just like I told him to.

I have to fuck this cock, I think to myself while he humps his body hard against my face. I need this man in my cunt.

"Goddamn, that's a fucking blowjob," he growls.

When he drags his cock back up and out of my throat, I notice he's still rock hard. I don't even need to wait for him to recover. His tip leaves my mouth with a "pop", and he immediately lifts me up by the armpits, putting me sitting on the wash basin unit again. He steps in between my legs, which I spread for him as side as I can, and I feel his huge cock tip pushing against my hole as my black dress gets hiked up out of the way again.

He smiles warmly at me as he pushes it inside, and the tightness is intense. This is it, this is my new record, the biggest cock I've had. I just assumed Tom was a phenomenon, a one of a kind cock. Well not any longer.

I'm able to take him, like I knew I would. I've had another cock in there with Tom's before, and that was intense. But this man's cock is something else. It's stretching me to the limit.

"What's your name?" I ask, as this magnificent man slowly pushes himself further into me.

"Matt," he says. He's holding me tight by the hips. "What's yours?"

"Laura," I reply, breathlessly.

After he gets it in, he seems equally as amazed with my pussy as my throat.

"Come on, fuck me Matt," I say. "Don't hold back on me."

He picks up the pace and gives me the deepest, tightest fuck of my life. But I've seen nothing yet. This stud is only getting started on me.

Suddenly he lifts me up like a rag doll, and fucks me while holding me in mid air. He has his arms under my knees and is holding my ass in his hands as he drops me on his cock, impaling me over and over again. I'm holding onto his neck and looking into his eyes, then we kiss. His strength is amazing, I'm like his sex doll.

I lose count of how many times I come in the next twenty minutes.

"That was something," he says quietly, as he lets me slide down the tiled wall that he almost knocked down while he railed me up against it.

"Yeah, that's one way of putting it," I say, almost speechless and with a smile from ear to ear. That's what some of the best sex of your life will do.

"So, I guess this is it," Matt says, but I can tell he doesn't want it to be.

"Come home with me, tonight," I blurt out, not really thinking it through. But I don't regret it either. That can't be our only time together.

"Eh," he hesitates, "I see you're married," then glances down at my wedding ring. "Will your husband mind you bringing me home?"

"No, don't worry about that," I say, barely giving Tom a second thought.

"OK then, yeah, sure," he says, and I notice his eyes light up ever so slightly. Maybe it was as good for him as it was for me.

"Make yourself at home," I say to Matt as I lock the back door and flick on the kitchen light. "I'm just gonna take a shower, real quick. Grab a beer or whatever from the refrigerator."

It's 1.30am, and everyone seems to be in bed. Which bed, or beds, is anyone's guess!

The taxi ride home was, interesting. I couldn't wait to get back up on that horse cock, so I rode Matt in the backseat for the full half hour journey. The taxi driver pulled over to relieve himself as he looked at us, but he was quick and got back on the road without much delay. The thrill of being watched was exhilarating.

Tom is snoring lightly in our bed, on his own, when I enter our bedroom. I shed my cum drenched clothes and step into the shower in the en suite. My pussy is a mess. I push out some of the cum, and watch it get washed away. Doing that makes me need to pee, so I just let it flow, the warm piss running down my inner thighs.

As I'm standing under the hot water, enjoying it's cleansing feeling as it flows over my body, a momentary panic hits me. I've just brought a strange man into our home. I have no idea who he really is. He could be a serial killer for all I know. What if he was wandering through the house right now, Claire is just down the hallway. And Carla is probably in Ben's room. I've grown quite fond of Carla, I would hate to see anything bad happen to her.

Who am I kidding. Both Claire and Carla would probably love if Matt climbed into their bed, the dirty bitches. That thought makes me relax a little, but I do speed up my shower a little.

I give my pussy one last rinse, cleaning it out as best I can, then twist the knob turning off the shower. I dry off and wrap the bath towel around my body, tying it in place under my left arm pit. Then I grab a smaller towel to dry off my hair.

When I come back into the bedroom, Tom is awake and sitting up.

"Hey, I didn't hear you get home," he says tentatively. "Did you have a nice evening?"

"Sure did, I needed it badly. Is everyone else home?" I ask.

"Yeah, we all had a early night. Ben and Carla hit the hay first, then Claire and I went shortly after," my husband tells me.

I continue drying off my hair with the towel, and when it's as dry as I'm going to get it without a hairdryer, I discard it on the floor.

"Oh, I brought someone home," I casually say back to Tom as I'm leaving the room.

He doesn't answer me.

Matt is sitting in the recliner watching TV and sipping on beer when I come down the stairs, still wearing just my towel. I feel like teenager again with excitement when I see him. He is so handsome. I am very attracted to him, and not just because I know what he has in his pants.

"Hey, hope you don't mind," he says, holding up the TV remote.

"Of course not," as I sit down on his lap. "Thanks for waiting, I really needed that shower."

"Sure thing," he says, but then he frowns. "Is there someone else home? I heard you talking, and I just......"

"My husband is in bed," I tell him honestly. "But don't worry about him."

"OK, if you're sure. I know most marriages are pretty open these days, but still, you can never be certain," Matt says, then takes another swig from the bottle.

"I think you're very cute," I tell him, and as I say it I know I sound like a teenager again. But I don't really care.

"Thanks," Matt says with a shy smile. "I think you're very cute too," he says, not leaving me hanging.

We both smile at the silliness of the conversation, and I kiss him on the cheek.

"How old are you, Matt?" I decide to ask.

"Twenty-four," he says. Fuck, he's a lot younger than I thought. If I'm honest, it makes me wet. Younger men make me so fucking horny. "How old are you?"

"Forty," I say, and I can't help but feel a little paranoid about my age turning him off. But I shouldn't have worried, I see his pants stretch as soon as I said it.

"No way," he says surprised. "You've gotta be kidding me."

"Hmmm, do you like older women?" I purr into his ear, and reach my hand down to cup his bulge.

"Maybe," he says shyly, and smiles.

"I have a son almost your age," I whisper, and then stroke my hand down his shaft through his pants. This excites him. I can feel him harden up even more. So he has a thing for older women it seems.

"Come to bed," I say, as I stand up and take him by the hand. Matt stands too but then stops.

"Is your husband up there," he says, nodding towards the stairs. "In bed, I mean. In your bed?"

"Yes, he is. Do you mind?" I say, curious.

"I'm not into guys," Matt answers, and he seems nervous, which makes him sound more like his 24 years then he has all night.

"Don't worry Matt, he's not either. But it's my bed too, I can bring whoever I want into it," I say.

He smiles, and allows me to drag him along after me.

Tom is still sitting up in bed when we enter the room. I'm surprised, I assumed he would just have gone down to Claire. His eyes widen when he sees Matt walk in behind me. He is a gigantic specimen I guess. Tom's reaction is exactly what I was looking for. He doesn't speak.

"Hey," Matt says, probably to break the tension. Tom just nods back.

I drop my towel, and both men's eyes look in my direction. The lighting is dim, just the bedside lights are on, but we can all see exactly what we want. I step over to Matt and go straight for his belt, getting to work undressing him. I don't think he would do it with my husband present without me initiating things. But once Tom stays sitting where he is, when I have Matt's pants down to his knees he does the rest.

I look up at Matt as he towers over me, and our eye contact is only broken when he pulls his t-shirt up over his head. His physique is unbelievable. I get an urge to grind my pussy all over his six pack. He seems several feet taller than me now that I'm in my bare feet.

He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down too, kicking both them and his pants off at the same time. He's rock hard, and it looks even bigger than I remember. I can't help but flick my eyes over to Tom and see his gaze is fixated on this beast's enormous penis. It's probably the first time in Tom's life he didn't own the biggest cock in a room.

I sit down on the end of my side of the bed, and take Matt by the hand, pulling him down towards me. He puts his right knee on the mattress to my side, and I feel the tip of his cock graze between my tits. He leans down and kisses me, gently.

But he wants my pussy, and he doesn't mess around in taking it. Before I know what's happening, I'm buried into the mattress, the wind taken from my lungs as his immense weight crushes me. And that's when I feel his giant cockhead open up my slit and push it's way inside me.

He's not as gentle with me anymore, thankfully, he knows I'm more than capable of fitting him in. When he bottoms out with his heavy balls resting on my ass hole, I feel his big hand grab hold of my thigh. I'm spread wider than I've ever been before. I can't even see his face, his muscular chest heaves over my face as he takes control.

I reach around and feel his hard ass, squeezing it's tight, smooth firmness as he builds up a steady rhythm.

His cock feels even bigger than earlier. I look to my right, from under Matt's arm, and see Tom looking across at me.

"He's too big Tom," I whimper, which makes Matt give it to me just a little bit harder.

I can't see much with his man mountain on top of me, but I am able to see my husband stroke himself while he looks at his wife get fucked by the biggest cock she has ever taken.

Matt raises himself back on his heels but barely misses a beat as he keeps on relentlessly screwing me. But now I can see his full masculine beauty as he holds me by my waist with both hands, which almost completely wrap around my body. His abs and pecs are flexing with each thrust into me.

I look down at him entering me, and I've never seen my pussy so stretched. Then I cum, my eyes rolling back in my head, and it's such sheer ecstasy I'm not even able to make a sound. Matt keeps on pounding me.

I don't know how long my orgasm lasted, I think I may have even blacked out for a few seconds, but I'm snapped out of it when I feel myself being lifted up into the air and suddenly I'm not lying on the mattress anymore. Matt has laid me down on top of my husband, but his cock never left my hole.

Tom's face is pressed against my cheek, and I feel his huge erection against my ass.

"He's like a fucking horse Tom, Jesus Christ I'm never going to be able to walk straight again," I say quietly to my husband. It's turning him on, I feel his hands grab hold of my tits from underneath me. And he grinds his cock against my ass.

I know what's happening here. Tom wants a hole to fuck, and I assume Matt wants my husband in me too. I'm just praying Tom takes my ass. I'm not able to take both of them in my cunt.

The relief when I feel Tom shove his tip into my tight ring with a pop is quickly overshadowed by pain, and then a feeling of complete fullness as my husband pushes his huge cock up my ass.

Thankfully, Matt eases off his relentless onslaught on my pussy to let me adjust to this. When Tom is all the way in, I realize I have two of the biggest cocks humanly possible inside me at the same time, and the three of us just stay still for a minute. The only sound is me panting, and Matt's heavy breathing from his efforts.

"I've never felt so full," I whisper to my two lovers.

"I can feel him in you," Tom whispers into my ear. "He's big Laura."

I look at Tom and nod, then we kiss. Matt likes what he sees, and starts fucking me again. And then Tom starts on my ass.

It takes me a few minutes, but eventually the intense pain eases off and I settle into enjoying getting the stuffing of a lifetime.

It's not easy with the size difference, but Matt manages to kiss me throughout our threesome, our tongues dancing around each others' mouths. Everything about this young man is turning me on and making my pussy tingle like never before.

Tom cums first, shooting a load deep into my rectum. Then Matt starts to change his position, pushing down more of his bulk on top of Tom and me. I feel like the meat in a sex sandwich, and I fucking love it.

But I need this man to cum. I can't take much more of his weight.

"That's it baby, cum inside momma," I whisper into his ear, taking an educated guess this would turn him on even more.

"I'm.....cum..." he starts to say before his whole body tenses up, and he drives himself down hard into me, then I feel him unleash one of the biggest loads of semen I've ever felt enter my pussy. He's spraying into me like a hosepipe.

He gives me another three or four more savage thrusts, and I honestly think he's going to break the bed. Tom must be crushed under me.

Both men pull their still hard, but softening rods from my flooded holes at the same time, and we lay down on the bed together, me in the middle. We are all glistening with sweat.

I don't remember even saying a word before I fell asleep. I dream about this new man in my life as my gaping holes leak onto the fresh sheets.

I wake at some stage during the night, Matt is still on my left, Tom to my right, both sleeping soundly. I already know Matt is going to be a big part of my life from now on.

Tom stares at the ceiling in his darkened bedroom for a long time as he lies next to his wife and this "Matt" person. His eyes are wide open, they have been since this guy whipped out his cock. Only one thought occupied his mind since then......'Fuck!'​