Lisa stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a sheer black robe that barely covered her ass, nipples already hard against the fabric as Derek and Jamal stepped inside. Mark closed the door behind them and gave her ass a firm squeeze. "She's been wet since noon thinking about this," he said. Lisa smiled, let the robe fall open, and dropped to her knees right there in the entryway.
She reached for both men at once. Derek's cock was thick and veined, already half-hard. Jamal's was longer, darker, with a heavy head. Lisa wrapped her fingers around each shaft and stroked them slowly, feeling them swell in her grip. She leaned forward and took Derek first, stretching her lips wide around the girth until her jaw ached. The salty-sweet taste of his skin filled her mouth as she worked him deeper, her tongue flattening along the underside. She gagged softly when the head hit the back of her throat, spit already dripping down her chin onto her tits.
Jamal stepped closer. Lisa pulled off Derek with a wet pop and immediately swallowed Jamal's longer cock, her throat working visibly as she forced it deeper. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking filled the hallway—slurping, choking, the rhythmic gluck-gluck as she bobbed. Mark stood behind her, stroking his own cock while he watched. "That's it, baby. Show them how you take cock."
Lisa alternated between the two men, saliva strings connecting her lips to their glistening shafts. Derek grabbed her hair and fucked her face in short, controlled thrusts. "Fuck, her throat feels so tight," he groaned. Jamal reached down and pinched her nipples hard enough to make her moan around the cock in her mouth. Her pussy was visibly dripping onto the hardwood floor.
They moved her to the living room couch. Lisa was placed on all fours, ass up, face down. Derek knelt behind her and rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her soaked slit before pushing inside in one steady thrust. Lisa gasped as her cunt stretched around him, the thick shaft forcing her walls open. She could feel every ridge and vein as he bottomed out. "God, yes—fuck me deep," she panted. Derek started a hard, steady rhythm, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with every stroke.
Jamal moved in front of her. Lisa opened her mouth and took him again, her body rocking between the two men. The couch creaked under the force of Derek's thrusts. Each time he drove in, Lisa's pussy made wet, squelching sounds around his cock. Spit ran down Jamal's shaft as she gagged and moaned. Mark sat in the armchair, legs spread, stroking himself while he watched his wife get used.
After several minutes Derek pulled out. Lisa's pussy gaped slightly, glistening. Jamal took his place and sank in slowly, giving her the long, deep stretch she craved. "So fucking full," Lisa whimpered around Derek's cock. Jamal's longer dick reached places Derek hadn't, pressing against her cervix with each thrust. He gripped her hips and started pounding, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the room.
They flipped her onto her back. Derek climbed between her legs and drove back into her while Jamal straddled her chest and fed his cock into her mouth again. Lisa's legs were pushed back until her knees nearly touched her shoulders, opening her completely. Derek's cock looked obscene sliding in and out of her stretched cunt, her lips clinging to his shaft on every withdrawal. Her clit was swollen and slick. Every few strokes Derek would grind against it, making her whole body twitch.
Mark moved closer. "You want both of them at once, don't you?" Lisa nodded, mouth too full to speak. They repositioned her. Derek lay back on the couch. Lisa straddled him and sank down on his thick cock with a long moan, her pussy swallowing him to the root. Jamal knelt behind her, working two fingers into her ass to open her up before pressing his cock against the tight ring. Lisa exhaled hard as he pushed in, the double stretch almost more than she could take. "Fuck, yes—don't stop," she gasped.
The two men found a rhythm, alternating thrusts so she was never empty. Mark stepped up to her mouth. Lisa took him in, both hands braced on Derek's chest, getting used from every direction. The sounds filling the room were obscene—wet, rhythmic, her broken moans muffled by Mark's cock. Her whole body shuddered with each thrust.
Derek came first, groaning as he pumped into her, his cock pulsing deep inside her cunt. The sensation pushed Lisa over—her thighs clamped, her whole body seized, a wave of contractions rolling through her pussy and ass that made her cry out around Mark's cock. Jamal followed seconds later, driving in deep and holding while he finished. Mark pulled back and came across her lips and chin.
Lisa collapsed against Derek's chest, wrecked and grinning. Mark handed her a towel and kissed her forehead. "Same time next month?"
She laughed, still breathless. "Maybe sooner."
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