9 comments/ 86312 views/ 8 favorites Lincoln Park Mommy Redux By: ISawYourMommy Last Friday, Dan met Marc and a few other friends at the Elephant & Castle for a few drinks after work. After finishing a small project for his group director to review over the weekend, he left the office and, the weather enjoyable, walked a few blocks to the bar, situated on West Adams between Clark and LaSalle Streets. When he entered, he found his friends occupying a few stools on the backside of the bar. Joining them, he ordered a Boddington's. "I fuckin' hate the Sox," Marc spat, continuing a conversation begun before Dan's arrival. "I hope the Tribe pounds the shit of them next week, and then again during the first round." "Don't be such a dick," Bob responded. "They're a Chicago team, for God's sake. Just because they're not the Cubs doesn't mean you can't root for 'em." "Shut up, Southsider," Steve responded with a pint of Guinness poised at his smile, referring to the fact that Bob had grown up in Beverly. "Whatever. How many games out are the pussy Cubs, huh? Twenty-one? Twenty-one-and-a-half?" Dan just laughed. A product of the North Shore, it was presumed that he would be a Cubs fan. In actuality, he hated baseball. Never played it as a kid, never liked it as he grew up. What a boring fuckin' "sport," was his view. As the northside-versus-southside debate continued, Dan glanced around the bar. As his scanned the crowd, they almost passed over her but quickly shot back and fell on Kelly Fitzgerald. He hadn't seen her since that Friday night in Old Town several months ago. She had occupied his mind on occasion. Throughout their relationship, he had never made any emotional attachment to her. Nonetheless, it was nearly impossible to be that intimate – not to abuse the commonly accepted meaning of that word – with someone and not develop some sort of connection. Life had thrown her a curve ball. Well, that's not entirely true. She had thrown it at herself. But despite that – despite the nightmare that she had created – she still looked good. Her flaxen hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, revealing high cheek bones and sun-kissed facial features. Manicured nails gripped a perspiring drink. As Dan watched her, she laughed, tilting her head back, her full lips smeared with a flat-red lipstick parting into a broad smile, her bright blue eyes sparkling, flirtatious. He craned his neck to see who she was with but his view was blocked by the crowd. Dan returned his attention to the sports conversation, glad to hear that the closing baseball season was no longer the subject. Instead, Bob, a Purdue graduate, was extolling the virtues of Kyle Orton, trying to make the case that Orton should be the Bears staring quarterback this season. A few minutes later, Dan shot a furtive glance toward Kelly. The crowd had shifted and he saw her engaged in a rather close conversation with a stocky black guy, bald head shining in the overhead lighting. His thick fingers closed over her slim elegant ones as he leaned into her, a soft kiss passing between them. Dan saw his lips move and Kelly responded with a nod. She bent to retrieve something from the floor and reappeared a moment later, black leather messenger bag in hand. Hand-in-hand, Kelly and her suitor bobbed and weaved through the crowd. Dan watched as they exited the bar and hailed a cab, the black man holding the door for his little blond feast-for-the-night. He stayed at the Elephant for a few more pints before begging off around 6:30, exhausted from a long week that had him in San Antonio, Atlanta, and Knoxville before returning to Chicago late on Thursday. When he entered his condo, he dropped his bag by the front door, threw his suit coat over a leather club chair, and collapsed on the couch with remote control in hand. Cycling through the channels, thoughts of Kelly and their time together flashed through his mind. There were times when he missed her. Not her, really, but the sexual adventure she leant to his life. Seeing her tonight dredged one such adventure from deep in his memory and into clear focus. * * * Kelly's bright blue eyes fluttered open and she reached across the bed for her husband. Her hand found only empty space; Mike had already left for work. Stretching, her tanned arms above her head, she rolled her luscious body the other way and found the orange numerals on her alarm clock. Six-thirty. She floated in and out of sleep for the next hour or so, dreams drifting through her subconscious. She couldn't remember their content, but she was restless each time she awoke. Lying on her side, she rubbed her thighs together. Kelly wasn't restless; she was excited. Her gynecologist had cleared her vagina safe for intercourse two months previous, about six weeks after Evelyn was born. Since that time, she and Mike had taken advantage of those rare moments alone, those moments when Evelyn was sleeping and neither she nor him were too tired. But something was missing. It wasn't a mystery. She knew what it was. She hadn't been fucked in four or five months. Made love? Yes. Sex even? Sure. Mike wasn't all chivalry and gentleness. But she hadn't been fucked, hadn't felt the nasty abandonment that so often accompanied her sexual assignations. She missed it, the sweat-dripping, nipple-throbbing, hair-pulling, ass-slapping, cunt-stretching, delirium-inducing fucking that she had found so gratifying prior to Evelyn's birth. Now, she yearned for it. Evelyn's cries pulled her from her thoughts. Before she could raise herself from the Frette linen bedsheet, she heard Esmerelda on the stairs and her daughter's cries soon ceased. With the sun shining brightly in their bedroom, Kelly padded across the room to the walk-in closet. She shed the gray cotton shorts and loose-fitting tee-shirt she had slept in and pulled a pair of black Juicy Couture sweat pants from one of her shelves. She found the matching top and a simple white tee-shirt buried in a corner. Once dressed, she pulled a pair of bobby socks over her small feet and laced up a pair of white Nike running shoes and bounded down the stairs, the smell of Honduran coffee permeating the air. "Morning, Esmerelda," she announced bouncing into the kitchen, anticipating her morning caffeine injection. "Good Morning, Mrs. MacGuire. May I pour you a cup of coffee?" The MacGuires' housekeeper and nanny had just put Evelyn in a swinging chair, having fed her from a bottle. "I'll get it myself," Kelly responded, moving through the almost-bare kitchen. "Thanks, Esmerelda." After filling a mug, Kelly sat at the kitchen table and read the first section of the Wall Street Journal. Esmerelda had taken Evelyn upstairs for a nap when there was a knock at the back door. She peered through the back hallway toward the door, finding two black men standing on her back porch. She knew who they were and opened the door. "Good morning," she said, a bright smile creasing her classically beautiful features. "You must be Jim's guys." "That's right, ma'am. He sent us over to get started." The MacGuires were beginning the rehabilitation of their three-flat in Lincoln Park, which would be accomplished in stages so they could remain living in the home. The first floor was the first stage, and these men were here to essentially tear the first floor of her home apart. "Well," she said, stepping back to allow them to enter. "Come on in. I'll get out of your way so you can get started. Everything is cleared out of the first floor except for a few things here in the kitchen. I'll have our housekeeper get that stuff out of your way." "Thanks, ma'am." The two men squeezed past Kelly and into the back hallway, their bulging arms brushing against her athletic little body and milk-filled breasts in the process. Kelly followed them into the kitchen and called upstairs for Esmerelda. "Just a moment, Mrs. MacGuire," came the response. Kelly turned back to the demolition crew. "I'm Kelly MacGuire, by the way," she introduced herself, extending a hand. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. MacGuire. I'm Jerome," said the apparent leader of the two-man crew, taking her small, soft hand in his larger, calloused one. He hooked a thumb over his shoulder. "This is Reggie." Just then, Esmerelda appeared in the kitchen and Kelly gave her a few directions and introduced her to the construction workers. She glanced at her watch. Nine o'clock. "I gotta go now. If you need me, I'll have my cell with me. I'm going to be at East Bank for a while and then taking care of some things for the charity thing tonight. I should be back around three or so." "Okay, Mrs. MacGuire. I will be gone when you get back. I am taking Evelyn to your parents and will go home from there." "That's fine, Esmerelda. Have a good day." She turned toward the construction workers. "Have fun, guys. See you in a few hours." Kelly retreated to the second floor of her home and gave Evelyn, asleep in her crib, a kiss on the forehead, ensuring that her child's overnight bag was appropriately packed. In her bedroom, she found a Chanel clutch and put her wallet, keys and phone in it. Remembering that their garage had been torn down the day before, she left through the front door and found her BMW on the street a block down from their house. * * * Her lithe thighs burned and sweat tickled her nose before dripping onto the Stair-Master's foot paddles. Kelly had been on the machine for twenty-five minutes and felt as though she was going to collapse. Usually, she only spent fifteen minutes on climbing simulated stairs but her mind had drifted. Two men rode Stair-Masters in the row in front of her, the muscles in their legs rippling, their dark flesh glistening in sweat. Loose athletic shorts were incapable of masking their powerful butt cheeks. Kelly's thoughts drifted back to her early morning musings: god, how she craved filthy, no-holes-barred fucking. Her sexy little body exhausted, she stepped off the machine to end her workout, using a towel to wipe sweat from her face, and made her way back to the locker room, where she planted her firm ass on a bench in the steam room for fifteen minutes before showering. From the East Bank Club, Kelly steered her car north on Franklin to Ohio, then over to Michigan Avenue. The digital clock on the console read eleven-fifteen. She turned off Michigan Avenue just before Neiman-Marcus and found an empty space in the "15-minute" zone. She knew she'd be more than fifteen minutes, but also knew the traffic cops didn't police the zone heavily. Inside, she took the escalator upstairs to the women's section to pick up her cocktail dress for tonight's charity event. Kelly sat on the board of directors of the charity sponsoring tonight's event, and was chairing the planning committee. Unsatisfied with the contents of her closet, she had chosen a Carmen Marc black velvet gown to wear. After trying on the tailor's alterations, satisfied with the results, she quickly exited Neiman's with the garment bag thrown over her shoulder and got back in her car. 'Perfect,' she thought. A short ride up to Oak Street and she'd be right on time for her manicure appointment. Kelly parked in the Bloomingdale's building and walked around the block to Oak Street, walking through her manicurist's door just before twelve-thirty. An Asian lady filed and buffed her toes while another did the same to her fingernails. Kelly stared, her eyes glazed over, as the fire-engine red lacquer was applies to her nails. Her three-carat engagement ring winked back at her as she lapsed into a daydream. An image of her little white hand with bright red nails, diamond glittering, wrapped around a fat black cock, skittered across her subconscious. Kelly's vagina moistened and she rubbed her thighs together absently. The manicurist snapped her from her reverie with a tap on the back of her hand. She was back in her car by one thirty, after a brief browsing stop at Prada on the corner of Rush and Oak. From her car, she dialed her husband's office from her cell phone. "Mike MacGuire," he answered business-like. "Hi, sweetie," she gushed. "Hey, beautiful. What's goin' on?" "Just wanted to check in. I'm out running errands, getting ready for tonight." "Oh, yeah? Getting yourself sexy for me?" "Hey! I'm always sexy." "I know, I know. Bad choice of words." "But to answer your question, yeah. And just for you." Mike just laughed, unaware of her insincerity. "What time are you leaving the office?" "I should be home around five or five-thirty." "Okay, see you then. Love you." "Love you, too." Eight or nine blocks down State Street, she found street parking only a few steps from her salon. Half-an-hour later, an up-do put most of her long, dirty blond hair on top of her head. The spa was a block east of Nick's salon, so Kelly walked the distance. She sat passively while the make-up specialist painted her face. "Painted" was an overstatement, insofar as Kelly was never an advocate of heavy make-up. A little eyeliner, some color on her cheeks and she was almost done. Mike often chided her for spending money on something she could easily do herself, but Kelly could always tell the difference between her work and that of the specialist. After bright red stay-behind lip gloss was applied to her full lips, making them appear as smooth as glass, she was on her way. The hands on her Patek Philippe Twenty-Four~7 told her it was just past two-thirty. Getting into the M3, Kelly delicately adjusted the rearview mirror, careful to not chip her freshly painted nails. Liquid lips greeted her. She put the car in gear, visions of those lips clamped tightly around a thick cock clouding her brain. 'Bet that would put this stay-behind lip gloss to the test,' she thought, her lips curling into a devious smile. She readjusted the mirror and pulled into traffic. Returning to Lincoln Park, Kelly found an open curb space a few doors down from her house. She pulled in, got her gown from the trunk and locked the doors with a chirp. The bag containing the gown thrown over her shoulder, she bounded up the steps to the front door, her large breasts bouncing on her small torso. She pushed the front door open and found Jerome and Reggie seated atop two overturned five-gallon drums, taking a break. "Hi, guys," she sang, announcing her presence with a bright smile. "How's progress?" "Hey, Mrs. MacGuire. We were just taking a break," Reggie began, rising from the makeshift stool. Kelly waved him back down. "Don't worry about. Sit down. Everyone deserves a break." She paused to look around what was once her living room, but was now just a shell. "Looks like things are comin' along." "Yep. Doesn't take too long. Kitchen's gutted, too." She arched her eyebrows in surprise. "Let me show you." She paused before answering. "Gimme a minute, guys. I wanna take this upstairs," she explained, holding up the garment bag. Kelly treaded up the stairs, leaving Jerome and Reggie seated in the living room. "Jesus Christ, man," Jerome exhaled. "That bitch was pretty hot this morning. But now, whoa." "No shit. Did you check out those tits? Looked like big firm bags of sand." "Couldn't really get past those lips. Cock suckin' lips if I've ever seen 'em. I'd love to see those things wrapped around my fat cock." Upstairs, unaware that she was being degraded from afar, Kelly entered her bedroom and hung the gown in her walk-in closet. She turned and looked in the mirror mounted to the back of the closet door. She stole a glance at her watch again. A quarter after three. She needed to pump some milk from her bloated breasts, lest she leak through her gown at the charity event. 'Do I have time for this?' She cocked a hip and a manicured hand reached up and slowly pulled the zipper of her Juicy top down. The lapels pushed apart on their own, strained as they were from her jutting breasts. Pump for the weekend? Fuck two black cocks? An angel on one shoulder, the devil on the other. It took only a moment for Kelly to resolve the conflict. She slipped the top off her shoulders and pulled the tee-shirt over her head, removing her overworked 34F maternity bra. She bent down in the closet, reaching behind her shoe rack and, without replacing her bra, pulled a tight white tank top over her head. Donning the Juicy top again, she left her bedroom and skipped down the stairs, the unencumbered weight of her breasts causing them to jiggle as she did so. "All right," she announced, that bright smile back in place. "Show me what you've done." Reggie remained in the living room as Jerome guided her back toward the kitchen. "Wow," he heard from the long hallway. "I hardly recognize this place as mine." Her voice faded as Reggie stared absently at the large plastic tarp that he and Jerome had hung across the large front windows. He didn't hear Kelly's and Jerome's footsteps as they returned from the kitchen. "Check this shit out," Jerome spoke from the mouth of the hallway. Reggie looked up toward the voice. His bloodshot eyes went wide and his jaw dropped open. Kelly stood in the doorway, hips cocked to her side. One leg was locked at the knee, the other bent and balanced on the tip of a Nike running shoe. Her Juicy velvet-clad arms extended up and out, bracing herself against the walls on each side of her. Her tanned and lightly made-up face glowed under her infectious smile, snow-white teeth glistening and brilliant blue eyes sparkling. Her black velvet top was unzipped and hung open; printed on her shirt, Reggie could make out "e DOES Mat." Jerome stood behind her, his strong jaw three or four inches above her dirty blond up-do. Sinewy ebony arms snaked beneath her arm pits, thick, knotty fingers joining at her waistline beneath her protruding breasts. "What the fuck!?!" Reggie exclaimed, rising from his seated position. "Seems Mrs. MacGuire here thought we deserved a little something special for all our hard work." "Huh?" "I was showing her the kitchen and this horny little bitch says to me, 'You know, Jerome. I think you guys deserve a reward.' She says this as she struts that little body toward me, hips swaying back and forth, pulling the zipper down on her top. When it gets all the way down, she pulls it apart and shows me this." Jerome eased Kelly's top apart and coaxed her manicured hands off the walls. As they fell to her sides, he tugged the Juicy off her shoulders to her elbows. Proud, Kelly thrust her chest forward. Emblazoned in red letters across the front of her tank top, slightly distorted due to her milk-filled breasts, were the words "Size DOES Matter." "No fuckin' way," Reggie said in awe, moving toward the unlikely couple posed at the mouth of the hallway, Kelly's dark nipples evident through the thin, white cotton. "Then she says, all innocent-like, 'I want you and your friend to fuck the shit out of me with your thick black cocks.'" Jerome just shrugged, his shoulders visible on either side of Kelly's pristine face, her glossy lips still parted in a brilliant smile. "Not gonna turn down that offer." Jerome's fingers disengaged and slowly traveled up Kelly's taut stomach, cupping her magnificent breasts. He buried his face in the nape of her neck, his thick lips planting light but wet kisses along her smooth, warm flesh. Dark spots appeared at the front of Kelly's tank top as he manipulated her strained breasts. Reggie stood before her, towering over her little body, watching as milk leaked from her inflated breasts. He placed a thick ebony finger beneath her chin, tilting her head up and back so that she was staring right at him, her eyes smoldering with lust. "So, Mrs. MacGuire," he began, his voice soft. "Whaddya want?" "Your cock," she responded, barely audible, hot breath caressing Reggie's cheeks. Jerome's hands released her aching breasts and slid down her torso to her slim hips. Through the fabric of their clothing, he ground his thickening cock against Kelly's firm ass cheeks. Lincoln Park Mommy Redux "My WHAT cock?" Reggie taunted, brushing the back of a hand across the nipple of her left breast, milky residue standing out against his dark flesh. "Your black cock," she whispered, her voice catching. He turned his hand over, his thumb and forefinger trapping the nipple between them. Her heart racing, Kelly's knees almost buckled and Reggie felt a wet warmth spread across his gnarled fingers. "How 'bout him?" Reggie inquired with a raised eyebrow, nodding his head behind her at Jerome and increasing the pressure on her distended nipple. "His, too," she moaned, eyes fluttering. The dark spots at the front of her tank top spread further as Jerome took the fabric of her Juicy bottoms on his fingers and tugged downward. "Not sure you can take two cocks in this little body, slut." Behind her, Jerome kneeled and pulled her bottoms down her supple legs, helping her to step out of them, his thick tongue tracing up the crevice formed by her sinuous ass cheeks. "I can take anything," she promised, her breath ragged and the upper half of her tank top soaked through and clinging to her swollen breasts. Reggie released her nipple from his grasp and lifted the bottom hem of her tank top, pulling it up and away from her torso. The saturated fabric protested, sticking to her hot flesh insistently, but it eventually let loose with the sound of packing tape being torn from a roll. Her arms willingly stretched above her, Reggie pulled the heavy fabric over her head and dropped it to the dusty floor. Kelly's ballooned breasts wobbled on her chest. From behind her, Jerome found her left hand and brought it before her beautiful, lust-filled face. He took the ring finger in his hand and gave it a shake. "What about this?" She gave Reggie a sly smile. "What about it?" she answered brazenly. Jerome dropped her hand and cupped her milk-filled tits in his huge palms as Reggie ran two fingers over the silky fabric of her thong, consciously avoiding her vaginal crevice and the clitoris that sat at its apex. Kelly's head fell back against Jerome's chest. "He married a whore," she continued. "It's his problem, not mine." Reggie chuckled. "So you think you're a whore, huh?" She nodded coyly in response, her eyes hooded in lust. "Then show me that size matters," he commanded, placing his broad hands on Kelly's shoulders and pushing her down into a squatting position. Kelly's sparkling blue eyes locked onto Reggie's, her bright red nails pulling the button of his pants loose and dropping his zipper. With one hand, she tugged the pants down over his hips so that they fell to the floor, puddling around his thick ankles, and with the other she reached into his boxers, pulling his thick cock free. Her wet pink tongue darted out with the appearance of Reggie's head, lapping at it. She breathed deeply, the musky, sweaty scent of him assaulting her nostrils. When the remaining length of his shaft protruded from his boxers, Kelly wrapped her left hand around the base of the rod, gripping tightly, her gleaming bright red nails contrasting sharply against the dull ebony background. "Suck it, whore," Jerome demanded from behind her. Kelly shuddered but raised the awesome shaft in line with her shiny red lips and leaned forward, sucking the first few inches between her wet lips. When she tried to pull back, Jerome's strong hands prevented her retreat. Grabbing her by the nape of the neck, he pushed her pretty face back on his co-workers shaft until six inches of Reggie's cock disappeared from view, and held her there. "How's that for size, slut?" Jerome taunted. Reggie's cockhead tickled the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex. Saliva poured from glans in her mouth. Kelly shook her head in an attempt to dislodge the thick shaft from her throat, and Jerome let her go. She pulled back, allowing the cock to fall from her mouth, a thick, stringy rope of saliva connecting the tip of Reggie's cock to her glossy lips. After a moment, it snapped, falling across her chin and heaving chest with an almost audible slap. Reggie gave a short laugh, pulling his work shirt over his head. "I guess you are a whore," he announced before pushing his spit-stained cock back into her wet mouth. Kelly's unfaithful body trembled at the degradation. Behind her, Jerome kneeled again. He snuck a hand around her torso, milking her right breast, squeezing the flesh, feeling it ooze between his milk-coated fingers. With his other hand, he reached between Kelly's legs from behind, gently sliding her black silk thong to the side. His thick fingers slid up the slick folds of her hairless vagina, aided by her leaking internal lubrication. "Jesus," he whispered. "You should see this shit, Reg. This fuckin' cunt is soaked." Kelly quivered as Jerome's broad fingers found her clitoris, pressed down on it, grasped it between his knuckles. "More proof she's a fuckin' slut," Reggie answered, pulling his cock from the wet confines of Kelly's hot, sucking mouth until his cockhead was poised just between her bright red lips. "Idn't that right, bitch?" Kelly's eyes were still bored in on his, and she merely nodded her head. "That's right, Mrs. MacGuire. Show me those baby blues, you cheating fuckin' cunt." Reggie pushed his cock savagely back into her wet mouth, her tightly clamped lips pulling his cockflesh taut before the thick mushroom head slammed into her tonsils, again triggering her gag reflex. Jerome's dark fingers continued to dance across her clit and Kelly's breathing became irregular, ragged. She released Reggie's cock from her fierce grip and braced herself against his thighs, her long red nails digging into his ebony flesh as his cockhead slipped into her throat. Juice poured from her vagina, soaking Jerome's fingers, running down her squatting thighs to her ass before dripping to the dirty floor. "You gonna cum on my black fingers, Mrs. MacGuire?" Jerome taunted her from behind, increasing the speed of his fingers over her inflamed clitoris. "Cum on me, you filthy whore!" Kelly's athletic body quaked at the degradation these guys were laying on her. Her dripping cunt convulsed and she fell forward to her knees. Reggie's saliva-soaked cock slipped from her glossy lips, leaving a trail of spit and pre-cum along her cheek as she buried her face in his crotch, his crinkly pubic hair tickling her soft cheek. "Oohh, ggaawwdd," she moaned, her voice muffled. Jerome's fingers maintained their vigorous pace against Kelly's engorged clit as feminine fluids ran from between her inflamed labia. Her body jerked and shook as an orgasm ripped from her vagina and through her stomach, tingling her throbbing nipples and shutting down her brain. Groans emanated from her slender throat as her long manicured nails dug deep into Reggie's thighs, almost drawing blood. Jerome's fingers slowed as Kelly's orgasm subsided, but Reggie didn't give her any time to recover. He bent and put his mitt-like hands beneath her bare arm pits, hauling her to her feet and turning her around to face Jerome. He put his back to the wall in the narrow hallway, pulling Kelly with him. Jerome kicked his shoes off and pulled his pants and boxers down his legs. He approached them as Reggie reached between Kelly's sopping inner thighs, pulling her up so that she was cradled in his hands, her tight bottom squishing his cock to his stomach. Holding her behind the knees, Reggie spread her legs apart, her dainty feet dangling before her. Jerome unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall from his broad, black shoulders as he stepped between Kelly's lewdly spread legs. "Whaddya want now, cheating cunt?" he goaded the married woman, lifting his cock above her thong-covered vagina and letting the heavy head fall against her inflamed clitoris. Kelly's eyes rolled into her head. "Cock," she moaned, her breath still ragged from her orgasm. "Where?" Jerome asked harshly, pulling the silk fabric aside to expose Kelly's bald cunt to the hot air of the living room. Moving closer to the widespread wife, Jerome let his cock rest in the overheated cleft created by her blossoming vaginal lips. He slid his thick length up and down her track, the underside of his shaft brushing against her exposed clitoris, eliciting moans from deep in her throat at each contact. "Right there," she managed, her eyes screwed tightly shut, her fire-engine red toes curled inside her Nike running shoes. "Right in this nasty cheating hole, Mrs. MacGuire?" Kelly's suspended body quivered; her nipples, still dripping milk, throbbed. She could only nod her head. Jerome pulled back, dragging the full length of his shaft down her sopping labia. He took his shaft between his fingers, planting the dark purple head at the entrance to her hairless vagina. With his co-worker's back braced against the wall, Jerome pushed forward, the mushroom-like head of his cock easily slipping into Kelly's overused hole. He pushed harder and two or three inches of his length slipped inside her, pulling her oily lips inward. "Oohh, fuck," she spat, her eyes snapping open at the intrusion and boring into his. The lust in Kelly's eyes was obvious and it drove his own. Jerome leaned closer to her and planted his full lips on hers, his thick tongue slipping between her bright red lips, the taste of her gloss strong. His cock slipped further into her lubricated vagina, and she moaned into his mouth as the walls of her vagina stretched further. He pulled back, withdrawing his cock almost completely, before plowing back into her, driving the full length of his shaft between her folds until he felt his pubic hair crush against her hairless pelvic bone. "That's it," she grunted, her bright eyes locked onto his, ablaze with lust. "Fuck me with that big black cock! Fuck me HARD!" Somehow elegantly, Kelly raised her left hand to wipe a bead of perspiration from her forehead and another from the tip of her nose, her engagement ring sparkling in Jerome's face. He pulled out of her dripping cunt and slammed back into her with all of his might, forcing grunts from both Kelly and Reggie behind her. "Hard enough . . . for you . . . married slut?" he grunted, pistoning in and out of Kelly's soft, yielding hole. "Fuck . . . yeah!" she moaned, her sensuous voice echoing on the stripped-bare hallway, Jerome's obscenely thick cock smashing into her, stretching her cunt lips to the point of being painful. Sweat dripped from her nose and off her chin, collecting between her bloated tits before streaming down her taut stomach. "Nothin' like . . . stupid cunts . . . like you," Jerome managed, pounding into Kelly's saturated cunt, holding himself there, grinding her clit between their bodies. "Fuckin' whores . . . husbands treat you . . . like primadonnas . . . and all you want . . . is to be fucked . . . like you're . . . a nasty cunt." Kelly nearly screamed out when Jerome crushed her clit between his coarse pubic hair and her bald pelvic bone, but her shining blue eyes remained locked on the black man that was assaulting her unfaithful cunt. "That's right . . . you motherfucker! . . . I fuckin' love . . . strange cock!" she snapped back, sweat dripping down her ass now, forming a puddle on the exposed floor panels. So slick was her flesh that Reggie's grip threatened to fail and drop her to the ground. Jerome again forced his lips on hers, their wet, pink tongues duelling with each other. He could taste her glossy lips in the back of his throat. "I am . . . a motherfucker," he moaned into Kelly's mouth. "You're a . . . mommy . . . aren't you . . . Mrs. MacGuire?" Kelly groaned from deep in her throat at Jerome's poignant reminder of Kelly's station in life. A product of Chicago's North Shore, married to a wealthy white man with whom she had a child. And here she was, pinned between the muscular bodies of two black men in her own house, not a stitch of clothing save for bobby socks and sneakers and a silky thong that had been pulled aside, sweat streaming from her little body, and a thick black cock planted deep in her unprotected cunt. She shuddered at the image that floated before her eyes. "And I'm . . . fucking . . . your nasty . . . mommy cunt!" Jerome nearly yelled, slamming the full length of his shaft into Kelly's pliant cunt, trapping her clit between their sweaty bodies, grinding it there, sending shock waves through her heaving body. "Ohmigod!" Kelly screamed, her eyes slamming shut, her voice hoarse. "Ohmigod! Ohmgod! Ohmgd!" she babbled, tossing her head back and forth. Sweat flew from the tip of her nose and her little body convulsed in Reggie's grip, her soft heels bouncing against the dark flesh of Jerome's ass, as an orgasm clenched her dripping cunt tight around his pounding shaft. He continued the quick, staccato thrusts into her dripping cunt as she rode through her orgasm, only slowing as she did. As Kelly's body settled and her legs ceased jerking, her pretty blue eyes eased open and a shameless smile parted her still glossy lips. "That was fucking AWESOME!" she proclaimed as Reggie lowered her sneaker-clad feet to the floor. She almost fell on rubbery legs, but braced herself against Jerome, her manicured nails dragging down his sweaty chest, and moved from between the two black men into the living room. "We're not done yet, slut," Reggie said, pushing himself off the wall. Kelly looked over her shoulder, a sly smile crossing her sweet features, and stooped to collect her soaked tank top and dusty Juicy sweat suit. "I hope not. Neither of you have cum yet," she said, humor in her eyes, as she rose to her feet and moved toward the stairs. She stopped and crooked a bright red nail at them. "Follow me, please, gentlemen." Jerome and Reggie followed the unfaithful housewife up the stairs and down a hallway toward the back of the house. She paused at the doorway to a room, her tight ass beckoning them along, and turned to see if they were still with her. Seeing that they were, she stepped into the room and turned to them. "You dirty boys had a taste of mommy cunt downstairs," she tittered, giddy with anticipation. "Now you can get wifey cunt upstairs in my husband's bed." She turned and walked further into the room she shared with her husband as Jerome and Reggie followed her in. Reggie brushed past her, giving her a sharp slap on the ass, and climbed onto the king bed, falling to his back on the duvet cover. "Get up here, whore," he commanded the adulterous wife. Kelly kicked her shoes and socks off and tore the silky thong down her thighs, jumping on the bed, eager to get another fat cock into her sopping hole. She threw a leg over his wide hips and leaned forward, dangling her massive, milk-engorged tits in his face. She reached behind her and found his thick cock standing up right, bumping against her firm ass. Reggie lifted his head from the duvet cover and trapped one of Kelly's nipples in his mouth, sucking it between his teeth. Breast milk squirted from the teat, flooding his tongue and coating his lips. Above him, Kelly moaned as he manipulated her engorged nipple with his tongue before spitting it out. "Get that cock in your filthy cunt, slut," he demanded harshly. Kelly wrapped her cool fingers around the thick tube and lifted her hips a little, lining the shaft up with her dripping hole. When she felt the searing cockhead brush against her cunt and become firmly seated between her lips, she lowered her hips, groaning as the broad shaft began to penetrate her. "Yesssss," she hissed, looking behind her for Jerome but finding no one there. Kelly shoved her hips down on Reggie's pelvis, coaxing a few more inches of his shaft into her cunt. "More," she muttered, her voice barely audible. "Take all you want," he said beneath her, taking the other nipple between his teeth and nibbling lightly, breast milk expressing into his mouth. "I want . . . it all," she breathed, rocking her hips back and forth atop the black construction worker, gasping as the remainder of his length sunk into her yielding cunt, his heavy, bloated balls crushing against her ass. She pulled her body up his slowly, relishing the tugging sensation as the full length of Reggie's cock was pulled from her well-used hole. Kelly slammed her hips back down his shaft, taking the entire cock back into her again, and bent her head to his face. She mashed her glossy lips against his, her pink tongue lustfully invading the black man's mouth. She could taste her own milk on his lips and his tongue. "Where's . . . the other one?" she grunted. Before Reggie could answer, they felt Jerome's weight on the bed. Kelly turned her head toward the movement and was greeted by Jerome knee-walking up behind her, a bottle in one hand pouring baby oil into the palm of the other. Her brilliant eyes lit up in delight. "Ready to take on two niggers in your husband's bed?" Jerome asked, letting the baby oil flow from his palm to Kelly's ass cheeks. She trembled as the cool oil hit her upturned ass and slid across her puckered asshole. "Fuck, yes, I am," she purred, lust dripping from her voice. Below her, Reggie placed his hands on Kelly's ass cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her anal hole. Jerome smoothed the baby oil across her cheeks and toward her asshole, massaging her anal ring. She buried her face in Reggie's chiseled chest and moaned as one of Jerome's thick, oil-slicked fingers slid past the tight ring into the hot and dry confines of her rectum. He tugged gently at the anal ring, forcing it to relax, and squirted an amount of baby oil directly into her asshole. Kelly wrapped her right arm around Reggie's neck, her manicured nails digging into his shoulder, and shuddered into his chest. Jerome moved in closer to her upturned ass and Reggie wrapped his arms around Kelly's waist to hold her steady. After coating his cock liberally with the oil, Jerome placed the head at the entrance to her asshole and gently pushed forward. He was surprised at how easily his mushroom head passed through her anal ring. "Done this before, huh, slut?" he asked, almost rhetorically, his fingers gripping his shaft tightly as he forced more of his length up Kelly's rectum. "Mm-hm," came the muffled reply. Kelly's lustrous red lips searched for and found one of Reggie's broad nipples and closed around it, sucking the ebony flesh between her snow-white teeth. Jerome stopped and pulled out, adding more lubrication to his shaft before pushing back into her asshole. The additional oil allowed the full length of his cock to glide into her rectum. A guttural groan escaped Kelly's throat when she felt Jerome's pubic hair tickle her ass cheeks. He pulled almost all the way out and added a little more oil to his shaft for good measure. He then placed his strong hands on Kelly's hips and savagely drove the length of his cock into her stretched-out asshole balls deep. "Aaaaawwwww!" Kelly screamed out, the nails of her right hand piercing Reggie's flesh, drawing blood, as her rectum was packed full with Jerome's thick cock, pulling her cunt almost all the way off Reggie's shaft at the same time. Jerome pulled out, pulling her hips with him, levering her back onto the Reggie's shaft. Kelly groaned at the opposing sensations of having her ass filled then her cunt filled. Jerome sliced back into her asshole but held her hips steady, ensuring that she was simultaneously impaled on both cocks, her ass cheeks rippling under the assault. "Oh, fuck!" she wailed. "So much . . . fuckin' cock . . . in me!" Beads of sweat formed on her high forehead and ran down the bridge of her nose. A sheen of perspiration slicked her tanned back, her well-defined muscles undulating beneath taut flesh. "This what you wanted, cunt?" Reggie taunted her from below. "Two black cocks in your little slut body?" Lincoln Park Mommy Redux "Oh, gawd, yes," she moaned as her athletic body was rocked between the two black men. Reggie took one of her engorged nipples in his mouth again, sucking the milk from her, letting it spill over his cheeks and stain the duvet cover beneath them. Pulling his cock from her so that just the head remained ensconced in her once-tight asshole, Jerome spanked one of her ass cheeks, leaving a red mark in the shape of his hand. She shuddered at the assault. "Never . . . would have . . . guessed . . . Mrs. MacGuire," he began to taunt her, pounding his engorged cock back into the unfaithful asshole, "that you . . . were such a nasty . . . fucking . . . cum-dump." "Oh, fuck," Kelly muttered, her luscious body quaking between her two black assaulters. Sweat streamed across her back, rolling down her torso and sliding between her taut body and Reggie's muscular one. Jerome slowed his pace in her asshole and leaned over her back, whispering hotly in her ear, "You like being called nasty names, whore?" Kelly paused, her eyes screwed shut, then answered with a hiss, "Yesss." Jerome pulled back but slammed his length back into her hard, keeping it there, her ass cheeks undulating. Kelly grunted at the intrusion. "Why?" he inquired through gritted teeth, his full lips still inches from her, his hot breath caressing her inner ear. "'Cause I'm . . . a filthy . . . fucking . . . slut," she grunted. Below her, Reggie joined in. "Your husband know what a fuckin' tramp he married?" Kelly shuddered at the mention of her husband. Poor guy. He was sitting in his office, trying to wrap things up for the day, oblivious to the fact that his supposedly faithful wife, the doting mother of his child, was getting double-teamed by two black men, and loving every fucking minute of it. "No," she breathed. "That's what . . . makes it . . . sooooo gooood!" Jerome placed a hand in the center of Kelly's sweaty back and pushed himself back upright, forcing a grunt from her lungs. He pulled her left hand from Reggie's shoulders and brought it back with him, placing it palm-down on her left ass cheek. "Pull yourself apart for me, you cheating cunt!" he ordered. Kelly released her right arm from around Reggie's neck and brought it behind her. She used both hands to pry her sweaty ass cheeks apart as Jerome slammed his thick cock back into her asshole and held it there, her anal ring snug around the engorged shaft. He looked down at the vision presenting itself. His deep black cock buried to the root in Kelly's stretched-out asshole, the tips of her bright red nails scraping against the sides of his shaft when he pulled out, the diamonds of her engagement and wedding rings glittering. "Know what I see here, Mrs. MacGuire?" "Uhn-uhn," she grunted, her angelic face forced into Reggie's chest. Jerome pushed her off the two cocks, but quickly pulled her back down, a rush of breath forced from her lungs. "A cheating wife," he began, pulling his cock from her asshole, his breath heavy, "holding her ass . . . wide open . . . for nigger cock!" Jerome sliced his cock back into Kelly's rectum and she yelped at the invasion. "Oh, fuck, yeah," she growled. "Fuck my asshole! Fuck my married cunt! I love . . . having two cocks . . . buried in me!" Jerome let go of her hips and bent over her back again, this time pulling her dirty blond locks from the up-do. As they unraveled, ruining her hairdresser's work, he wrapped the lustrous tresses around one of his fists and pulled back, using them as reigns to guide her back onto the two cocks that were battering her holes. He pulled harder, lifting Kelly's face and torso from Reggie's chest. Sweat ran down her forehead and cheeks, dripping from her chin to splash down on Reggie's pectoral muscles. Her light make-up ran from above her eyes and smeared along her high cheek bones. "This how you like it, slut?" Reggie teased the immoral married woman. With her arms still behind her, her diamond-encrusted fingers prying her ass cheeks apart for Jerome's anal assault, and her body arched back, Kelly's enormous 34Fs jutted from her lithe torso and hung in his face, breast milk dripping from her engorged nipples. "Mmm-hhm," she managed, her eyes screwed shut to ward off the sting of her own sweat. "Like fucking . . . two strange . . . black men . . . in your . . . husband's bed!?!" Reggie taunted, bucking his hips to drive his blood-engorged cock deeper into the married woman, lifting his head to capture a leaking nipple between his teeth, biting it, compressing the spongy tissue. Kelly began to shake and quiver and jerk between the construction workers. The nerves in her asshole and cunt and nipples sizzled, tripping wires in her lust-addled brain. Her little body convulsed. "Cum on these black cocks, you fuckin' whore!" Jerome commanded her with a brutal slap across the ass. Kelly's body went rigid. Her glossy, bright red lips parted in a silent scream. Her cunt quivered around Reggie's fat shaft. Her asshole twitched on Jerome's thick cock. Her heart stopped momentarily as her tight, sexy body was instantly overwhelmed by a massive orgasm that almost had her passing out. As the initial wave washed over her trembling body, her hips pulsed violently against the two cocks on which she was impaled. The sounds that had been caught in her throat were released and tumbled across her glass-like red lips. "Ooohhh, ffuucckk! I . . . I . . . I'm . . . cumminnnnggg!" she wailed, Reggie's thick lips suctioned to one of her distended nipples, breast milk flowing liberally into his open mouth. Kelly fell forward against Reggie's chest, ripping her abused nipple from his clenching lips, when Jerome released her flaxen hair from his fist. Roughly grabbing her hips, Jerome held her tight on his and Reggie's cocks, pushing down on her pelvis, trying to crush her inflamed clit between her and Reggie's pelvic bones. She continued to tremble beneath his tightly gripping hands. "Oh my god!" she breathed. "Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Oh, fuck.! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Her orgasm subsiding, Kelly's sweaty body calmed. She wormed her arms around Reggie's neck and relaxed against his heaving chest, her sweat-soaked tits squishing between their bodies. Her breath was still ragged and uneven as she lay there for a moment, eyes closed in bliss. Jerome allowed his cock to slip from her asshole and she rolled off Reggie to her back, blond hair plastered by sweat to the side of her face. Tiny rivulets of breast milk coursed across his deep black flesh. "Don't you guys ever come?" she asked when she caught her breath. "We will," Jerome answered, climbing off the bed, baby oil dripping from his bloated cock. "Hey," Reggie began, addressing Jerome. "Grab a towel from the bathroom. Thus fuckin' slut sweats like a fuckin' pig." Kelly blushed momentarily at the insult, but ultimately didn't care. Jerome returned in a few seconds with a white bath sheet and threw it to her. She grabbed it and wiped the sweat from her face and hair, then ran the towel between her breasts and thighs. She rose from the bed and dragged the towel across her back before looking at her reflection in the closet mirror. "Fuck," she muttered, her make-up and hair – almost two hours of her day – destroyed. In the mirror, she saw Jerome and Reggie switch places such that Jerome lay prone on the bed she shared with her husband. She turned away from her disheveled image to face the bed, her massive tits bobbing on her chest, cunt juice leaking from her bald hole. She glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Quarter to four. "Get back over here, Mrs. MacGuire," Jerome ordered the morally bankrupt housewife. "Stand up on the bed and straddle me." Dropping the mascara-smeared towel to the floor, Kelly strutted across the room, her trim hips swaying as she moved. Cunt juice slid down her thighs. She kneeled up on the bed and then stood, straddling Jerome as he had ordered, looking down between her huge tits at his black face. "Face the other way." Kelly, unstable on the soft mattress, managed to turn around so she was facing Reggie, who stood at the foot of the bed. She looked over her shoulder at Jerome, pulling her sweaty blond hair from her adorable face, her bright blue eyes inquisitive. "Squat." Kelly allowed her knees to buckle. She slowly squatted, her blue eyes on Reggie as he watched her hairless cunt slowly, inexorably, lower itself toward Jerome's upright pole. When it was within reach, she took Jerome's shaft in her left hand, scraping her fire-engine red nails along his sensitive flesh. His cock jumped in her hand when the back of her engagement ring caught on a thick, pulsing vein. She re-centered herself, leaning forward slightly, her gigantic tits hanging from her slim torso, and placed the head of Jerome's cock at the entrance to her wrinkled asshole. She was about to let her body drop on him when his voice boomed from behind her. "No! Other hole," he directed. Kelly shuffled her feet a little, moving the thick shaft toward her blooming cunt lips. The cockhead grazed against her clit and she moved it down a little. Before she could coax her sloppy lips apart with the head, Jerome grabbed her hips and sadistically pulled her down on his bloated cock, skewering her to his balls in one brutal moment. Kelly's glossy lips parted in agony. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she wailed, her bloated tits wobbling on her chest, her nipples flushing red. Manicured hands on her knees, the muscles of her legs worked furiously to push her weight back up and off the invading black shaft, leaving it coated in her viscous fluids. Before the head popped from between her lips, Jerome again pulled her down on his shaft, his savage grip holding her steady, not allowing to her rise up. "Aaahhh!" she screamed again, softer this time. Reggie watched the scene unfold with amusement. Jerome released his grip on her hips and Kelly pushed up again, slowly. Her cunt walls relaxed as the thick shaft withdrew. When she felt the overheated head approach her lips, she stopped and hovered there. She ran her bright red nails through her blond locks, gathering them, and looked over her shoulder at Jerome, her eyes filled with lust. Her arms still stretched above her, hands on top of her head, bloated tits standing proud on her torso, she looked back toward Reggie, still standing at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock. "What should I do?" she asked him, her voice dripping with false innocence. "Impale yourself," he commanded her, a smirk on his full lips. Feigning shock and surprise, Kelly's eyes went wide and she placed her open left palm, her engagement ring sparkling, over her glossy lips. "What?" she play-acted. "I can't do that. It could hurt. Besides, it might tear my little vagina apart for my husband. I can't do that to him. He loves me, after all." Reggie looked on with amusement. "Just try it, Mrs. MacGuire. You might like . . . ," he began before Kelly interrupted him. "Okay," she announced, letting her knees buckle, impaling her cunt on Jerome's thick pole with the full weight of her lithe body. Without skipping a beat, her legs powered her back up, where she again floated above Jerome, just the thick head of his cock burrowed between her drenched cunt lips. Her eyes remained locked on Reggie's through the whole exercise. "I'm sorry, Reggie. What were you about to say?" she asked matter-of-factly, ignoring for the moment that she was a married white woman whose bald cunt had just swallowed a thick black cock. Reggie chuckled. "I was about to say, you might like it." Kelly let her legs go again, arms atop her head, fat tits jiggling on her torso, fiery eyes locked on Reggie's. "Like it?" she growled, her bright red liquid lips twisting into a sneer. "I don't like it," she grunted, lifting herself up again but just as quickly slamming her cunt back on Jerome's blood-engorged cock. "I fuckin' LOVE it!" Before she could again rise to her feet, Jerome dug his fingers into the soft, pliant flesh of her hips and held her fast, then pulled her back until she was lying prone against him, her sweaty back against his heaving chest. Kelly's milk-engorged tits wobbled atop her chest as she settled. Beads of perspiration to broke out across her forehead and lined her upper lip. Jerome released her hips but reached up and around her torso, capturing her blown up tits in his massive hands, squeezing the firm flesh until it oozed between his knotty fingers. Breast milk expressed from her nipples and mixed with the sweat that had collected in her cleavage. "Jesus, you're a sweaty little pig-whore," Reggie derided her, eyes wide as the mixture of sweat and nourishment coated his co-workers fingers and dripped down Kelly's rippled stomach. "Bet your husband would be proud of you now." Kelly ground her cunt against Jerome's cock, her bright blue eyes dripping with lust as they bore into Reggie. Her glassy lips curled into a sneer as she rotated her hips round and round, the root of Jerome's cock stimulating her inflamed clit. "My husband . . .," she grunted out, "has never seen . . . this side . . . of his whore wife." His thick cock still in his stroking hand, Reggie shook his head and moved toward the door to the hallway, leaving Kelly atop his co-worker, grinding her cunt against the bloated shaft. She heard his feet fall against the stairs before he returned a moment later with a pair of the small clips that he and Jerome used to hang the tarps over the windows. Her trim hips still rotating around Jerome's thick cock, stimulating her inflamed clit, Kelly's brow furrowed in confusion when Reggie re-entered her bedroom. But then her eyes hooded over in lust and her shiny lips parted in shameful lust, Jerome below her arching his hips in quick bursts, tingling the inner walls of her sopping cunt. Reggie climbed atop the king-size bed, holding the clips in one hand, a smirk deforming his thick lips. "Know what these are for, don't ya, bitch?" Biting her lower lip, Kelly nodded her head, her tangled dirty blond hair rising and falling over her shoulders. Reggie knee-walked between the widespread legs of his co-worker and the unfaithful cunt that had invited them into the bedroom she shared with her husband, and leaned over her. With one huge hand, he encircled – or tried to encircle – the base of one of her tits. The thick, leaking nipple protruded further from her engorged breasts. "Maybe this'll keep you from dripping so much," he announced, opening the little clip and letting it close softly on the distended bud. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" Kelly squealed as the cold steel clip compressed the tender flesh of her nipple. Her little body thrashed around on Jerome's gently bucking hips, pulling his cock this way and that, distorting her cunt lips as they were stretched wide. Her clamped tit fell from Reggie's grasp as she wiggled atop Jerome's invading shaft, but he soon corralled the other wobbling mound, affixing the other clip to Kelly's neglected nipple. Her shriek was softer as the second clip bit into her sensitive flesh. Satisfied with his work – with his abuse of the nasty mom – Reggie jumped from the bed to grab the bottle of baby oil that Jerome had used earlier. Kelly's squeals turned to whimpers when Jerome's sinewy arms reached around her slim torso and flicked at each clip with his middle finger, causing a slight tug at the raw nipples. "Uunngghh," she moaned, trying to sit up to impale herself further on his jutting cock. But Jerome held her back as Reggie re-mounted the soft mattress, the bottle of baby oil open in his hand. He let a liberal amount of oil drip over the length of his shaft and then over Kelly's bald, cock-filled cunt, before knee-walking between her lewdly spread legs. He let the immense weight of his shaft fall against her blossoming cunt lips and she shuddered at the contact, cunt juice flowing from her stretched hole and coating Jerome's groin before dripping to the duvet. Above the tip of Reggie's pulsing, purple cockhead, Kelly's taut tanned belly glimmered in perspiration and baby oil, her sexy belly button filled with the combined liquids. "You said your little slut body could take anything," Reggie began, massaging the thick, rubbery head of his cock against her agitated clit. "Ready for two cocks in you, slut?" With a thick black cock buried in her cunt and another manipulating her fiery clit, Kelly squirmed on top of Jerome, her massive tits swaying from side-to-side in time with her movements. "I already had . . . two cocks . . . in me," she breathed with a chuckle, her wet pink tongue sliding over her glossy lips. "Of course . . . I'm ready . . . for more." Reggie leaned into her, maintaining the presence of his overheated cockhead atop her clit, and breathed into her perspiring face. "What you had, bitch . . . was one cock . . . in your cheating ass . . . and another . . . in your unfaithful cunt. . . . How 'bout two cocks . . . in your whore cunt?" he grunted. Before the provocative words had passed his lips, Jerome jerked his hips up and thrust deeper into the corrupt housewife, forcing her cunt higher and higher. Reggie's twitching cock dragged down her flowered cunt lips, the head scraping against her engorged clit. Kelly threw her head back, damp blond hair whipping back over her shoulder to lash Jerome's dark facial features, and a guttural moan rushed from her throat and across her liquid red lips. Without waiting for her to respond, Reggie wrapped a fist around his burgeoning shaft and pressed the head of his cock against Kelly's cunt. Jerome's thick mass had her lips stretched taut and Reggie was unable to slide his cock in next to his co-worker's. He pulled back and turned the bottle of baby oil upside down over his shaft and then over the joinder of Jerome's thick, black cock and Kelly's deformed lily-white cunt. "What? . . . No!" Kelly almost screamed as Reggie again placed his bloated cockhead at the entrance to her saturated hole. Jerome held her steady from behind, his thick, muscled arms encircling her slim torso and cupping her heaving tits. He pulled out until just the head of his cock remained sheathed in the married woman. In front of her, Reggie wiggled his cockhead against her cunt lips until they spread further, trapping it against Jerome's. Not wanting to loose momentum, he grabbed Kelly's supple hips in his massive hands and pulled her toward him. Kelly braced her dainty feet against the mattress, bright blue eyes locked on Reggie's determined face. Her head shook slightly to and fro, as if to deny to herself what was happening. The withdrawal of Jerome's cock had allowed her resilient cunt walls to relax but her eyes shot wide when Reggie's cockhead joined Jerome's just inside her distended lips. Jerome released her milky tits and placed his hands atop her sweaty shoulders. He pushed, and Reggie pulled, and two thick cockheads buried themselves further in Kelly's spoken-for cunt, pulling her bald cunt lips into a shape that would not have been recognizable to her husband. She sucked in her breath, her cheeks billowing, and her massive, milk-filled tits bobbed on her chest. Reggie pulled back just a hair before resuming his assault on Kelly's cunt. He felt the heat from Jerome's cock against the underside of his own as another two inches of cock – one from each construction worker – slid into the unfaithful slut's hole. Kelly's head whipped back, her sweat-soaked skull thudding against Jerome's ripped chest muscles. Her glossy lips parted in a grotesque oval. "Oh fuck!" she screamed, her eyes screwed shut in apparent pain. "Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh fuck!" Her chest heaved up and down causing her enormous tits to bounce. Despite the presence of the steel clips, breast milk dripped slowly from her engorged nipples before running down her tanned stomach to mix with the baby oil that sought to ease her double penetration.