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Stretched and Filled to the limit

The lights were low, chill EDM music was pulsing through the master room like a heartbeat. I stood frozen near the edge of the room, completely naked, my cock already half-hard and jutting out from my body, exposed and throbbing, as she stepped into the center, with her heels — glossy six-inch stilettos — black patent leather, clicking against the wooden floor with perfect rhythm.

Tyrone and John flanked me, equally stripped naked, their muscular frames tense with hunger. Tyrone, with his broad shoulders and dark skin gleaming like polished mahogany, gripped his 8 inch massive cock in one hand—thick veins pulsing along its length, the head swollen and leaking a bead of precum that he smeared down the shaft with a slow stroke. John, leaner but no less imposing, mirrored him, his pale fingers wrapped around his equally enormous 7 1/2 inch dick, foreskin pulled back to reveal the glistening tip as he pumped it back and forth slowly. They were both 6’2 and definitely towered over my 5’1 wife.

The crimson lingerie hugging her ever curve, the bra's lace edges teased the swell of her 36D breasts, thrusting them high and full, nipples hardening against the thin fabric as if begging for attention, with nipples bigger than normal, that guys loved sucking on. Her tan skin glowed under the soft light, contrasting sharply with the deep red straps that bit into her slim hips from the garter belt. Those slender suspenders pulled taut, holding the red stockings in place, the back seam drawing the eye straight down to where her tight ass clenched with each step.

The tiny thong vanished between her big ass cheeks, a mere whisper of fabric that did nothing to hide the smooth, firm cheeks. She paused, turning slightly to let us take her in, her fingers trailing down her side, hooking into the thong's edge and tugging it aside just enough to reveal the slick folds of her pussy, already glistening with anticipation.

'Like what you see?' she purred, her voice low and husky, as she bent forward, arching her back to push her ass out further, inviting their touch—or whatever rough claim they wanted to stake.

Her resemblance to Porn Star Esperanza Gómez was uncanny—those full, pouty lips, the sultry dark eyes framed by long lashes, and that cascade of thick, wavy hair tumbling down her back like a midnight waterfall. At just 5'1", she was a pint-sized bombshell, her 36D tits straining against the crimson bra, the 23-inch waist flaring out to 35-inch hips that swayed hypnotically.

There wasn’t a lifestyle party that we attended that every guy in that party had their eyes on her like fresh prey and wanted to fuck her, and to my benefit, they freely swap wives. She always had cocks twitching at the sight of her tan curves begging to be grabbed, spread, and filled. I'd watched her get railed by friends and strangers more times than I could count, her moans echoing as they pounded her tight pussy or crammed her mouth full, and it never got old.

I watched—knowing it was her moment, and that soon she would be getting fucked hard and her pussy being stretched to its limits. She, of course requested these two not only because of their largest cocks, but knew how to fuck her right and multiple times during one session.

“Fuck, they are bigger than I remember,” she said in a low tone while looking at me, her dark eyes sparkling with that mix of nerves and raw excitement that always drove me wild. Her voice cut through the pulsing EDM track, the bass rumbling low like a growl, syncing with the way her chest heaved under that crimson bra, her nipples straining harder against the lace as she licked her full lips.

I nodded, my throat tight, cock aching as it bobbed untouched between my legs, a fresh drop of pre-cum sliding down the underside. Tyrone and John were beasts—Tyrone's dark shaft with veins bulging like ropes under his grip as he gave it a firm squeeze, making the head flare wider, slick with his own leaking fluid. John's wasn’t as long, but definitely had more girth as he stroked from base to tip, his thumb circling the slit to spread the moisture, both of them dwarfing anything she'd handled recently.

She turned her gaze back to them, her tiny frame—barely cresting five feet even in those towering stilettos—making her look like a goddess among giants as she stepped closer, the red stockings whispering against her thighs. Her hands returned to her body, sliding up to unclasp the bra with a deliberate snap, letting the bra fall away to reveal those perfect 36D tits, heavy and round, bouncing free with dark areolas puckered tight. She caught them in her palms, kneading the soft flesh, thumbs flicking over the stiff peaks until she let out a soft moan that vibrated through the room.

The garter belt stayed on, framing her narrow 23-inch waist and the flare of her 35-inch hips, the suspender straps pulling the stockings taut as she hooked her thumbs into the tiny thong. With a slow wiggle, she dragged it down, the fabric peeling away from her soaked pussy lips, strings of her arousal clinging before snapping free. It pooled at her ankles, and she kicked it aside with one stiletto, spreading her legs shoulder-width to give us all a clear view—her smooth, tan mound glistening, inner folds pink and swollen, clit peeking out like it was begging for attention.

Tyrone groaned first, his free hand reaching out to trace the curve of her hip, fingers digging into the garter's edge. “I’ve been dreaming about this tight little body, since you guys called me,” he rumbled, voice deep as the bassline, stepping in until his cock brushed her thigh, leaving a wet trail on her skin. John flanked her other side, his hand sliding up her back to tangle in that long, flowing hair, pulling her head back gently to expose her throat as he leaned in, breath hot against her ear.

I stayed back, heart hammering, watching as she arched into their touches, her ass cheeks clenching as Tyrone's palm cupped one of her massive fake tits, squeezing hard enough to make the flesh spill between his fingers. She glanced at me again, her smile wicked, then reached down to wrap her small hand around Tyrone's shaft, barely encircling it as she pumped once, twice, drawing a hiss from him. Her other hand found John's, guiding it between her legs where his fingers immediately plunged into her wetness, two digits sliding deep with a squelch that echoed over the music.

“That's it,” she breathed, hips bucking forward to fuck his hand, her tits jiggling with the motion. The air thickened with the scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, mixing with the faint salt of their pre-cum. I gripped my own cock then, stroking in time with her movements, knowing I had to hold back— this was her night to be filled, stretched, claimed by those massive dicks until she shattered.

John twisted his fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that made her knees buckle, while Tyrone bent to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud. She cried out, the sound raw and needy, her free hand clawing at his shoulder as her body trembled. The EDM built to a crescendo, lights flickering like a strobe on her sweat-kissed skin, and I knew it wouldn't be long before they bent her over, spread those thick thighs, and drove in deep—her pussy gripping them tight, walls yielding to the invasion as she took every inch.

Tyrone pulled his fingers free from her soaked pussy with a slick pop, the sound barely audible over the throbbing EDM beat, and stepped back, his massive black cock glistening with her juices. John rose from his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his own thick shaft bobbing hard and ready. They both towered over her now, eyes dark with hunger, and without a word, Tyrone nodded toward the floor. She sank down gracefully onto her knees, the glossy stilettos digging into the wood, her red stockings stretching taut over her thighs as she settled between them.

'Suck our cocks,' John growled, his voice rough, fisting his length right in front of her face. She didn't hesitate, her hands shooting out to wrap around both shafts—one pale and girthy, the other dark, long and veiny—stroking them with slow, firm pumps that made their tips weep more precum. Her fingers barely met around John's thickness, and she bit her lip, eyes flicking up to meet theirs with that mix of submission and fire. But Tyrone wasn't in the mood for teasing. He tangled his fingers in her hair, yanking her head forward roughly, the pull making her gasp as he guided her mouth straight to his massive black cock. The swollen head nudged her lips, smearing salty precum across them. 'Suck,' he demanded, his tone leaving no room for anything but obedience.

She parted her lips wide, stretching her jaw to take him in, her tongue swirling around the ridge before she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard. Tyrone groaned deep in his chest, thrusting shallowly to push more of his length past her teeth, the veins pulsing against her tongue as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, coating his balls as they tightened against her chin.

John watched for a moment, stroking himself faster in her free hand, before he stepped closer, angling his cock toward her cheek. 'Don't forget me,' he muttered, and she turned her head just enough to release Tyrone with a wet slurp, switching to John's shaft. She engulfed him eagerly, sucking with the same fervor, her hand never stopping its rhythm on Tyrone's slick length. The room filled with the obscene sounds—slurping suction, low grunts, and her muffled moans vibrating around whichever cock filled her mouth.

I stood there, my own erection throbbing painfully as I took in the sight: her on her knees in that sinful red lingerie, tits heaving with each breath, ass pushed out invitingly while she serviced them both. Tyrone grabbed her hair again, pulling her back to him, forcing her to alternate faster now, her lips stretched thin around their girths. 'That's it, take it like the slut you are,' he rasped, hips bucking to fuck her face deeper, making her gag softly but never pull away.

She reached back with one hand, fingers trailing up her thigh to slip under her pussy, rubbing her clit in frantic circles as she sucked them off. Her pussy clenched visibly, juices trickling down her inner thighs, staining the stockings. John pinched one of her long nipples, twisting it until she whimpered around Tyrone's cock, the vibration drawing a hiss from him. The air grew thicker, charged with the promise of more—her body trembling on the edge, ready to be claimed fully as the night wore on.

I loved it when she grabbed both cocks and rubbed them together, with no opposition from either of them—the way their shafts glistened under the low light, veins straining against her grip.

The blowjob frenzy didn't last long before the dam broke. Tyrone yanked her off his cock with a growl, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his throbbing head, and hauled her up by the arms. John was right there, groping her tits. I grabbed her from behind, hands clamping her hips as we maneuvered her onto the king-sized bed.

It blurred into a haze of sweat-slicked skin and relentless pounding. Tyrone claimed her pussy first, flipping her onto her back and slamming his massive black cock balls-deep in one brutal thrust, and yelling,” take that big black cock!” She arched off the mattress, a sharp cry ripping from her throat as her walls stretched around his length, juices squirting out around the base. John straddled her chest, feeding his thick shaft between her tits, squeezing them together to tit-fuck her while she craned her neck to lick the tip each time it thrust up. I knelt by her head, guiding my cock into her eager mouth, her tongue working overtime to swirl and suck as she moaned around me.

Tyrone rutted into her like a machine, hips snapping with enough force to make the bedframe creak, his heavy balls slapping her ass. 'Fuck, you're tight,' he grunted, one hand pinning her thigh wide while the other rubbed her clit in rough circles. Without warning, she came hard within minutes, body convulsing, pussy clenching his length like a vice as she screamed past my dick, the vibrations shooting straight to my core. We didn't let up—John pulled out of her cleavage and shoved into her mouth alongside me, stretching her jaw wider, two cocks vying for space until she gagged and drooled.

We rotated, insatiable. No even letting her enjoy her first orgasm, John told her to go on all fours, and took her ass next, lubing up his massive cock with her own juices from her pussy before easing in slow at first, then pounding deep as she pushed back, begging for more around Tyrone's cock now buried in her throat. I slid under her, spearing her dripping cunt while John reamed her from behind, the double penetration making her eyes roll back. Her holes gripped us tight, alternating squeezes as we synced our thrusts—one in, one out—building her to another shattering orgasm. She came again, soaking my balls and the sheets, her nails raking Tyrone's thighs as he face-fucked her to the rhythm.

Cum sprayed in waves: Tyrone first, pulling out to paint her face white while she shuddered through climax number three. John followed, flooding her ass until it leaked down her crack. I held out longest, while still on all fours and stuck my cock into her, and railing her pussy until she milked me dry, her fourth orgasm crashing as I pumped rope after rope deep inside. She collapsed, panting, body quivering, but we weren't done—far from it.

From there, it turned into a marathon of turns. We'd fuck her raw, switching off when one needed a breather. Tyrone went first again after a quick water break, chugging from the bottle on the nightstand before bending her over the edge of the bed, legs spread wide in those stilettos. He hammered her pussy missionary-style on the floor rug next, her stockings laddering from the friction as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She came once more under him, getting filled with different cum.

John tagged in while Tyrone hit the bathroom, wiping sweat from his brow. He hoisted her against the wall, her back scraping the paint as he bounced her on his cock, gravity driving him deeper with each drop. Her tits jiggled wildly, and she bit his shoulder to muffle her screams, orgasms five and six (losing track) ripping through her like lightning. I poured shots of tequila from the minibar cart, feeding her one between thrusts when John set her down, her lips burning from the liquor as she rode him reverse cowgirl, ass grinding down until he tapped out for a piss and refill.

I took over, laying her on her side and spooning in from behind, slow at first to let her recover, then building to a frenzy that had her clawing the pillows. Her pussy fluttered around me, still sloppy from the loads already dumped inside, and she came again, whimpering my name as I thumbed her asshole.

Hours melted away under the pulsing EDM, the room reeking of sex and spilled booze. By midnight, we'd lost count of her climaxes, her body a limp, glistening mess of bites, handprints, and drying cum. We propped her up for a gangbang round two, all three cocks stuffing her at once: Tyrone in her pussy, John in her ass, me in her mouth. She deepthroated me sloppily, tears streaking her mascara as they double-teamed her holes, stretching her to breaking point. She exploded in a full-body quake, squirting arcs that soaked Tyrone's abs, her muffled wails turning to sobs of ecstasy.

Turns kept cycling—fucking her on the chaise lounge, against the dresser mirror so she could watch herself get railed, even bent over the windowsill with the city lights blurring below. Alcohol loosened us further: shots between sets, her sipping whiskey from John's cock like a straw before he plunged back in. Her pussy, once snug, now gaped slightly from the abuse, lips puffy and red, inner walls raw but still clenching hungrily around each invading shaft. John’s massive size wrecked her most, leaving her limping between rounds, but she begged for it every time, voice hoarse from screaming. By 1 AM, exhaustion crept in, but we pushed on. John came in her mouth during a lazy 69, her sucking him dry while I ate her out, lapping up the mix of cum and her cream until she bucked against my face in orgasm. Tyrone finished strong, missionary on the bed with her ankles by her ears, folding her in half as he jackhammered until he unloaded again, her final climax of the night milking him with weak, trembling spasms.

We collapsed around 2 AM, the EDM fading to static on the speakers. She lay sprawled between us, pussy stretched to its limits—swollen, leaking a river of mixed seed down her thighs, staining the garters and stockings. Her body twitched with aftershocks, breaths ragged, a satisfied smile curving her cum-smeared lips. The birthday queen, thoroughly claimed, drifted off in our arms, the room silent save for our heavy breathing and the distant hum of the city outside.