Cold Shock

I felt movement around me, and saw Carol maneuvering two men's hard cocks to either side of my face, but I couldn't take the distraction, not when I was so close. I flattened my fingers on my pussy and ground hard while my husband and my black bull ravaged my two whore-holes. I teetered on the brink when I felt the first warm splash on my lip, then another from the other side, hitting my cheek. My mouth opened by some newly acquired harlot reflex as warm, sticky semen invited my taste buds to a deliciously depraved dance.

Spurt followed squirt as the men jacked their hot loads on my face and in my mouth. I opened wider, luxuriating in the sheer depravity of strangers coating my face with their warm, slimy seed. Working my fingers savagely across my clit, feeling the two cocks rubbing up against each other, separated by the thin membrane between my pussy and rectum, brought me to the edge.

Two streams of sperm landing deep in my mouth simultaneously, pushed me off the cliff into orgasmic free fall. My body quaked in sweet agony as I clamped hard on the cocks pounding me. I screamed, looking at a stunned Joel as I thrashed through the unstoppable pleasure that rampaged through my body.

My husband had never seen this. No person had ever seen this, my first orgasm not witnessed by me alone. I moaned, grinding on my two fuckers while the last drops of semen dripped down my face. As it began to subside, I lifted up, grabbed Joel by the back of his neck and pulled him to me.

"Kiss me baby."

He tried to jerk back as I pulled him toward my creamy lips. Billy held me in place as I freed my other hand, using both to pull Joel in. My open mouth met his, my tongue worming in through his tightly pursed lips. He relaxed just enough to share my first cum kiss.

He was, perhaps protesting too much, methinks, because his body jerked as he shot his sperm into my belly, moaning with me as our tongues danced through these other men's cum. Even Billy was not able to fend off his own orgasm as he surrendered to the moment, launching a load up into the depths of my bowels. All three of my holes were wet and squishy with cum, the two to the south pulsing against each other inside me.

I had become the dirtiest whore in Sodom, and I fucking loved it. As long Joel stayed with it, I never wanted it to end.

As our climaxes subsided, Joel and I let our kiss slip away, gaining just enough space to look into each other's eyes. He was confused, I think more from his own reaction than from seeing what a gutter whore his wife could be.

He pulled out of my pussy and I lifted my ass and let my mahogany meat puppet slip out as well, hating to see it go. Looking up, I caught Carol, Matt and Joel, with astonishment blanketing their faces, looking at me, but not exactly at me. I freaked. They were staring at my gaping asshole. I slammed my legs together in sheer embarrassment and started to get up. Carol rushed in and gently steered me onto my back, pulling my legs apart.

"Oh my God! How do you do that?"

I buried my face in one hand, tried to cover my dilated hole with the other, but Carol was having none of it.

"No no, let me see! That's amazing. That's the biggest gape I've ever seen, and I've seen some, honey."

She dove for it, licking the rim all around before shoving her face and tongue as far up my asshole as she could get. I gasped at the feel of her tongue licking around the inner walls of my anal canal. She backed out, looking me in the eye.

"Push! Push all of Billy's cum out for me. Come on, push it out like you're shitting. Give it to me."

She put her face back into her spelunking mission while I pushed. It took a few attempts, but I strained and felt the goo seep out from my asshole into her mouth. I guess I pushed too hard, because Joel's cum also leaked out of my pussy and dripped across Carol's forehead down past her nose, eventually pooling in the curve of her upper lip as it clamped around the edge of my anus. I had promised myself not to gawk, but I was certainly gawking at this hot bitch lapping at my hole.

Once she apparently had her fill, I needed to pee fast. I promised to be back, grabbed Joel and strode toward the house. Passing a woman with a crowd around her, I stopped. Men and women were all pissing on her. What the hell, I squirmed through and stood over her.

"May I?"

"Bring it on, bitch!"

Did I hear her right? Bitch? I moved in, spreading my pussy and mashed it into her mouth.

"I got your bitch right here, you fucking whore."

She licked my clit with a vengeance as I let loose, flooding her mouth, causing my urine to splash out on all sides. I laughed, trying not to think of hydraulic engineering as I gave that dirty skank a mouthful. I looked around at Joel.

"Get in here, honey. You've always got some pee in you."

He was beginning to take orders very well. He stepped up and peed over my leg, drenching her hair. I love it when we do things together. I leaned in and we started making out like teenagers while we emptied our bladders.

The soaked trash-gash was sputtering and gulping for breath as I stepped back and aimed the last of my piss across her face. Joel finished, and we both stepped back. I smiled down at her. I was now a whore, but not like this disgusting pig.

"Can if I slap you, you filthy slut?"

"Only of you do it really hard."

I hauled back and let my palm fly, smacking her cheek with extreme prejudice, causing urine to splatter all over.

She moaned, "Thank you, baby."

I nodded, took Joel and stumbled away, looking at my piss drenched hand. Ew. I wanted to go back and wipe it on that bitch's head, but Joel had soaked it.

I was swishing my hand in the pool when Joel started laughing.

"Remind me not to kiss her later."

I giggled as well. I couldn't remember the last time we actually laughed together. Maybe it was the Ecstasy, but for the first time ever, I felt like half of a happy couple.

The next hour went by mingling and enjoying dicks in and out of all my orifices while Joel was fucking everything with three holes.

When Carol found us again, I was riding cowgirl, my cunt on a man my father's age, with a woman squatting her asshole on his tongue, giving me room to suck and lick her pussy (which I was getting better at), while two men acrobatically fucked my asshole together. The woman came and went, my butt fuckers shot their loads up my ass and split, and the older guy began to shudder. I hopped off and jacked his cock into my face, his cum splattering across my lips into my begging mouth. Finally, I looked up as Carol squealed in delight.

"I've got a surprise for you, sweetie! I've arranged for you to be the guest of honor for what we call a Crater Lake."

I laughed, "Oh my God, what the fuck is that?"

"It's a form of felching. You've been chosen because of that incredible anal gape you have. Word has gotten around, and people are very impressed and want to see it. Come on."

She took my hand, I took Joel's and off we went. She led us into the main room, where they had cleared a large section and everyone was standing in a wide circle. In the center was some kind of sex chair. As she led me to it, all of these horny, naked people began to applaud. I didn't know what Carol told them, but I didn't care. I was not going to let her down. I was Whore Queen For A Day.

The contraption was a stand of padded bars at about crotch height with an opening up one side and a pillow at the bottom. Carol helped me lay on my back as two men pulled me into it, lifting my body until my head was on the pillow, my legs wrapped through the bars for stability and my ass was pulled through to the top. I found myself in the position men would use if they wanted to come in their own mouth, and I could see it all in a mirror on the ceiling. I giggled at my reflection. Now THAT'S a whore.

She stood over my anus, produced a massive dildo, as large as my favorite at home, wedged it in and pushed it all the way to my colon and began fucking me hard. She would pull it out, measuring my gape growth and resume. It didn't take long before I was ready, but for what?

Two of the latex maids appeared with the bowls of sperm they had been collecting earlier. Carol dipped a finger in each and tasted it, like testing cake batter. Satisfied, she took a straw and sucked the cum up. She bent over and let her mouthful drip the collective spunk into my asshole, licking it around the rim when finished. She nodded to the maids, and placed a funnel in my hole. Each maid emptied their bowls into me, filling my rectum with cum, but not all the way up.

Men circled me, jacking their cocks, obviously ready as they started to come quickly. I felt warm streams hitting my anus, dripping down, like a waterfall to my own secret grotto. The top layer of my anal Pousse-cafe was coming straight from the tap. Some of these guys were lousy shots, as much of their jism missed, and a good bit landed on my face, in my mouth and through my hair. Another crew came in and the sperm sortie resumed on target. In the mirror I could see the dim circle of white gaining visibility as it rose.

Several more groups of men jerked their loads into my nasty gaping hole until finally, at what I estimated was around the thirtieth man, I could feel and see the cum brim over and run down my ass on all sides. I got it now: Crater Lake.

Women gathered around, jockeying like puppies for a teat, to lap at my asshole, going away with slippery lips and cum mustaches. God, these bitches were thirsty.

Two girls took long sips from straws, as teenagers would share a malt. When their lips met in a frantic, mauling kiss, cum flowed down their cheeks, dripping onto their tits as they undulated in the slippery cream, their slimy tongues thrashing like alligators wrestling in a milk pond.

My level had decreased, so new cum crews stepped up for a refill. As the warm semen streaked my hole, I motioned Joel over. He leaned in, by now pretty much used to anything.

"Honey, you can either sip it, or lap it straight from the well, but you're going to get some of that cum and give it to me."

"Oh, no no no, that's just too... no."

"God damn it, Joel! Do it!"

Funny: the more I bossed him around, the more he obeyed. Duly noted. I watched as he began lapping at the cream in my bowl.

"Use a straw, honey! Get a lot for me."

Good boy! He slurped up a massive amount, squinting like it was Castor Oil, then knelt beside me, his cheeks bulging with sperm, but just stopped and stared at me. He was thinking, but thinking what? I studied his face for an answer, and it came in the form of a smile, at least as much of a smile as he could manage while still holding a mouthful of ejaculate.

He startled me when he spat the cum into my face. I thought he was mad at me for all this, but he swooped in and kissed me, harder and with more passion than I had known he was capable of. My tongue met his, sharing the cum, sharing our love in the midst of all these strangers. I kissed my husband, more with my soul than with my lips. I had never loved him as much as in that moment.

I knew we were going to make it. We had not only survived the unreasonable, we took ownership.

A while later, I drove us home.

I stopped the car at a turnout. We got out, stepped over a short fence and mauled each other, freeing our naughty parts so he could thrust himself into me. After that party, we would make love incessantly, but that night, we fucked like dogs in the dirt.

As he kissed me and flooded me with his sweet semen, I believed that I had finally lived up to my name, which had seemed like such a cruel irony for so many years.

I am Joy.