How my Wheaty became a whore

One big guy pulled my Masha close to him, groping her buttocks, covering her neck with kisses, others also approached from all sides — one stroking her back, another running his hand through her hair. And she just whimpers pitifully: "Don't! No! Don't!..." And tries to break free, but where could she go...

We went to Lake Glukhoye with my wife once. We'd been married for five years already, so we went more to eat some shashlik and swim, rather than to be alone. Half the day passed normally, and then suddenly other vacationers rolled up — nine guys in jeeps. They saw us: "Oh," they say, "what are you doing in our spot? Well, never mind, we'll be neighbors..." I wanted to

tell them to get lost, but how? Had to look for the pluses in a joint vacation. And they were quickly found. They not only had giant, comfortable tents, but also a grill, a guitar, tons of good food and booze... They immediately set the table, had a drink, got acquainted, had a heartfelt sit-down. And I don't know at what point, I started noticing that they were looking at my wife with appetite...

My Maria isn't exactly a beauty by modern standards — rounded shapes, a small belly, butt, thighs — all voluminous, heavy breasts... But pretty — blue eyes, freckles on her nose, a cascade of wheat-colored hair... So they, the bastards, targeted my Wheaty. And she got tipsy, flushed, eyes shiny and moist, joking with them, having fun. She was happy, the silly fool, that so many men were suddenly paying attention to her — they gave her chocolate, poured into her glass, gave compliments... — "Let's go," I say, "Maruska, to sleep! You've had enough to drink, that's enough!" And they started making a racket: — "Oh, come on... What are you doing! Let the girl sit with us..."

I was offended that she didn't immediately jump up and come with me — and I went alone to the tent. Sat there for a while, not knowing what to do. Ten minutes passed, twenty — she doesn't return. I started getting angry. Should go out, beat them up, so they'd know not to court someone else's wife. But alone against all of them, I couldn't manage. Waited a little longer, went out... "Motherfucker!..." She's gone too far, the bitch.

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— "My husband will see! No! Let me go!" — "Well, he already sees," one of the rapists suddenly blurted out, — "and, you see, he doesn't object!" — and pointed his hand at me. And I really was frozen like a post, and my expression was probably idiotic. — "Vasya! It's not me! I'm not to blame!..." — Masha whimpered, pounding even harder on the scoundrel's chest with her hands, — "Vasya!..." — but the bastard who was groping her clamped her mouth with his lips — latched onto her like a leech, and with his fingers freed her right breast from the captivity of her swimsuit and started rubbing and twisting her nipple. And my wife has a reflex from such caresses, like a spaniel. My imagination vividly painted how her pussy swells and moistens. And anger and jealousy suddenly evaporated, as if they never were, and in their place came the strongest arousal of my life.

Wheaty moaned and writhed in his hands. And someone from behind was already pulling down her panties. Suddenly the whole gang grabbed her and dragged her into the tent. I followed them and sat at the entrance. Masha was already completely naked, hands were crawling all over her white body — squeezing, kneading, stroking. Suddenly someone sat between her legs, spread her thighs — and I saw a moist, delicate-creamy hole framed by dark-honey curls. Had used my wife for so many years, but now — it was like seeing for the first time how incredibly beautiful she is, how desirable... The man started kissing her legs — from the knees along the inner surface of her thighs, slowly approaching the holy of holies. Masha, closing her eyes, only moaned quietly. — "Take it in your mouth. Come on, take it in your mouth," one of the rapists poked his dick into her lips. — "No! How can I! In front of my husband!..." — "He allows it, he allows it," the man said in a bass voice, — "he might even join us, look how his dick is standing at attention!" And then I myself noticed with shame how my shorts were tenting up.

Masha's eyes first widened in surprise, then something like relief and a smile flashed in them, and she willingly took the cock into her mouth. And started sucking it like she never sucked for me. And the one who was fussing between her legs, meanwhile, reached the very center of her femininity with his lips and started noisily and with relish sucking in her juices, as if drinking hot tea from a saucer.

Wheaty groaned, arched her back, giving herself to him, spreading her legs even wider. Then jerked back, not wanting to come prematurely. Then he pulled down his shorts, got on his knees — and slowly entered her. Both moaned sweetly. — "A-ah, how hot!" — the man drawled, — "And how wet you are!... Your wife is just super!" — he nodded at me respectfully. I didn't know how to react. The sight of this shameless scene was driving me crazy. With each of his thrusts, the swollen lips parted slightly, the pussy squelched, and with pleasure accepted the cock into itself. This repeated again and again. Masha's head thrashed, hoarse moans escaped her throat. Her hands rhythmically squeezed two cocks.

My "buddy" had already become no less wet than her vagina. And I terribly wanted to join the feast. The man came. Roaring loudly, he covered her clitoris and pubis with semen and rolled aside. His place was immediately taken by another. He lay on his back and sat Masha on top, back to himself. I could clearly see the whole process again. How the cock enters her, how the lips part, how her breasts sway. Only now her pubis was all smeared with semen, and Masha looked like a port whore, taking on a whole ship single-handedly. A whore, my wife — a whore. From that thought, semen almost spurted out of me. And I decided to calm down. Went out of the tent, had a smoke.

Pushing aside the next fucker who was already getting ready, I found myself near the spread legs of my Wheaty. From her pubis stuck out the cock of the man who was under her. Semen was abundantly running down the shaft, the flushed lips were shamelessly parted — fucked open. Before I could step away, two heads were already jumping in Masha's mouth. So that's how it is. She wants two in her mouth and two in her pussy. We'll do it!

I aimed my starved piston and carefully started pushing it into the gap between the swollen clitoris and the thick cock. Everything was so slippery that I entered without difficulty. O-oh, what a pleasure it was! Now my beloved was twice as tight as even on the day I first took her. And the awareness that besides the vagina, I was now also touching someone else's moving cock added its own spice to this insane pleasure of the sweet depths of my whore-Masha.

I only managed a couple of unbearably delightful thrusts and my cock simply exploded from indescribable pleasure. I tried to send the semen as deep as possible, pounded her cervix, thrashed in agony and forcefully sucked the skin I had grabbed somewhere under her breast, I think tears even welled up in my eyes. I don't remember how I came, how I got off her. Lay for a while stunned by the insane orgasm. Then crawled up to her. She was being fucked again by someone — but her eyes became unhappy, she looked tired. I understood what was wrong. Asking them to change to a side position, I settled comfortably near her crotch and with interest examined the exhausted pussy. The cock was still drilling her, but she was no longer flowing with juices, arousal had reached its peak, but none of the big guys had made the little one come. They got what they wanted and scattered. And now my Wheaty was suffering from regrets and disappointment.

I touched my lips to the limp clitoris — carefully licked it — the taste of semen appeared on my lips, but that didn't bother me. Skillfully grabbing the pubic hair with my hand, I pulled it back along with the skin and started licking my Mashenka the way she liked. Not even a minute passed before the clitoris tensed again, she started gently thrusting her whole pelvis at me, the pussy moistened again. — "Yes! Yes!!! ..." — she groaned, running her fingers through my hair. I tried to make the movements of my tongue match the rhythm of the cock moving back and forth right under my chin. This increased the arousal and promised Masha a double orgasm. Finally she cried out, arched... Contracting, her vagina convulsively squeezed the cock several times, and Wheaty, gasping, fell down exhausted. From her orgasm, the man came, once again dousing the red, overworked pubis with semen. I crawled up higher and embraced my wife. She was still breathing intermittently. — "I love you. I love you so much..." — she whispered, already falling asleep. I kissed her on the forehead. It was the best fuck of our lives.