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"Why, hello there, fellas~" she cooed.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"Howdy."

"Hello."

"H-hey..."

"Nice of you to join me." She rubbed the empty space next to her. "Won't one of you boys come and make me more comfortable? Or two, I don't mind. I think some of you know just how much I can handle~" She parted her legs for them. There between her thighs was a fleshy crease of hot pink girl flesh already fuming with arousal. Judging by the quintet of bulges circling the bed, she was about to be satiated. But who to do it first? "Any one of you want first dibs, come on now or forever hold your peace."

The men shared a look. For as much bravado as they liked to display amongst each other, they weren't quite prepared to go jumping at once. The two brothers who had just minutes ago fought over who could relieve her of an empty mug were the most hesitant out of all of them. John was the one who broke the silence, if only because he detected a building impatience in the woman before them. "Why don't you choose?" he asked.

She was hoping they'd ask. "Alright, then. You." She pointed at John. She rotated her palm upwards and beckoned him with a serpentine curl of her finger. "Come on, John. I met you first, I say you fuck me first. How's that sound?"

The already young looking John made a face so innocent that it seemed to shave a few years off. "Y-yeah! Alright." His buddies took a step back, each one kicking themselves for not being the one who volunteered to answer the door when they had heard it ring. John hastily peeled his shirt off. Olivia whistled through her teeth at the sight of his musculature. She got more of it once his pants came off. His boxer-briefs were grotesquely inflated around the growing presence of his cock. She was given an even better look at him once they came down. The nude John climbed onto the bed. His penis swung halfway from his sheath, birthing itself inch by inch before Olivia's entranced eyes. It jutted out of her once he got on his knees. Coated in a thin layer of smooth skin, it had veins like electric wire and splotches of pink so rosy that Olivia fancied herself a sniff. Just a moment passed before he was at his greatest length, loud and proud for her and his remaining audience to admire.

"Mmmm, look at you~" She reached a single hand out and clasped him between her two fingers. Sliding them up and down, she looked up at him behind eyelids hung heavy by her lashes. "Name a position, big boy."

He sighed, trying to remain calm. If he wasn't careful, he'd bust right then and there. "Well, since I like lookin' at you so much, I think I'll do missionary."

"Aww, you're sweet." Her knees parted even further. The lips of her cunt glistened invitingly around the defiant jut of her clitoris. "Come on, then~"

John obeyed. He came slid into the gap between her legs and mounted her. That burning pillar slid over her cunt and rested across her tummy. Their heats intermingled, drawing forth the first bead of precum from his slit. She grasped the top quadrant of his penis and stroked it softly, drawing out even more of that tender sauce. Blushing, he brought his snout down into the flank of her neck and landed a soft kiss. A swoon overcame her. All of her limbs wrapped around him, pulling his chest in closer and furthering the needy scrape of their organs. His lips continued to gnaw on her exposed neck. The first moan escaped her. "Ohh~"

The men watching could only wallow in the continuous simmer of their arousal. Their bodies raged within the confines of their underwear, displaying no subtlety in the way of their bulges. Their legs were kept apart to make room, although it hardly helped to relieve the exigently growing pressure. At last Dale had had enough, and undid his fly. "Fuck..." he muttered. His hand landed on his penis, beginning what would be a protracted sequence of self-pleasure, both to hold himself off as well as keep him warmed up for the upcoming sex. His compatriots followed suit, no longer bothered by the now nebulous concept of modesty.

John kept grinding and kissing on Olivia whose moans turned more frequent. The area between her thighs had devolved into a fleshy swamp, one that wetted both the soft comforter beneath her and John's sawing cock. The thin sinews that ran down his forearm started bulging with the clench of his fists inside of her armpits. The escalating heat around his manhood was becoming too much to bear. It was time to do something about it.

John pushed himself up to his knees, towering over her. Olivia's eyes fell open, her lips still forming a puckered kiss. She saw him take hold of that gargantuan pillar, draw it backwards, and then collide with her cunt. Skwish. A delighted shiver sizzled up from her loins. She offered her own two hands to help him slide forward. Her cavity distended. "Uhh..." Her hood parted and fell around the breadth of his glans. It pulsed angrily inside of her. The first bead of liquid heat fell into her velvet inside. She arched her head back into the pillow. "Ohhh~"

John's calloused mitts ventured across her body, showing love to both her sumptuous breasts and Homeric curves. After getting a firm grip on her waist, he resumed his onwards progress, stretching out more of that tight chamber he had heard so much about. He made it down to the hilt. His balls were squeezed between their bodies. His horsetail remained cocked just above his clenched horse butt. A smile perked his lips while his hand-hooves continued to explore her fur. "How's that, little lady?" he asked in an intentionally exaggerated southern draw.

"Ahhhhh..." Olivia's hand slid over her tummy to meet his. "Pretty good. You might have a future in the industry~ Mmm..."

"Yeah? Well then let me show you what else I can do~" He leaned his upper body forwards and planted a firm grip on her shoulders. His ass came up into the air at a steep angle, letting out a significant tower of glistening wet horse cock. It returned in one solid plunge, making the lucky recipient gasp. In just a few strokes he began what was a slow but heavy pace, putting in every single inch and making both of their thighs bounce with the impacts.

"Uhhh~! Ohhh... Yes~" Olivia showed her appreciation with a tight grab on his buttocks. There she could feel his muscles at work, including his hardened thighs and chiseled abs. The heat of his breath fell onto her face. He brought his face down to kiss around her mouth and chin, hardly set back by the continuous plunge into her rudely squelching pussy. "Ohhhh, that's good! Huhhh! Yes~!"

The four men watching agreed. They didn't bother holding onto any more modesty. Marlo and Myron were already out of their pants and underwear, letting their destructive horse organs hang from them heavily. Ron was in a chair in the corner, leaning one elbow on the armrest and chewing his thumbnail. His other hand was on his fully erect penis, resisting the urge to stroke it lest he cum too early. Dale just straight up leaned against the wall and masturbated. He was the second fellow to meet Olivia, so he knew he was next. May as well be ready when his time to shine came on.

For now it was still John's turn, and was making the most of it. The mattress was close to creaking underneath his rhythmic pounding. Olivia's thighs and ass became a wave pool of gray fur and flesh, bapping against his balls and hips. Her legs were hooked around his tightly. Her ass jutted out beneath him, distending her puckered donut which disappeared under the repeated dissent of John's balls. Flecks of her pussy juices leaped off of his loathsome man fruit and through the air behind him. Thickish mare cream was building around the bottom quadrant of his pillar, embuing the entire bedroom with her musty love smell.

No matter how it looked or smelled, it was obvious how well it felt given Olivia's chaotic moaning. No, it wasn't just the pornstar acting it out. John really did have a size and power that made her compare him to the many other studs she had performed with. Were all country boys like this? As her head whipped side to side on the pillow, flinging her white mane about, she caught glimpses of the exposed men waiting for their turn. They were on par in their endowment as any other horse, but beyond that was a certain athleticism and work ethic she had detected ever since John had opened the front door and introduced her to the group. Five may not have been a fully proper sample size, but it was good enough for her. Four more handsome country studs were waiting to show her how they did it down south, and the first one wasn't even done with her yet.

Eventually she felt herself cumming, an inevitability she didn't need to feign or exaggerate. It blossomed inside of her like a fire whose fuel source was being piled on continuously by John's thrusting. "Ohhh fuck! Yes! I'm cumming... Oh fuck I'm cumming! Huhhh! Huhhhh!!! HUHHHH!!!" A sudden onset of spasms and clenching. John felt her chalice snare him like a rope. With it came a solid wallop of hot nectar which oozed from around his still-pumping cock and onto the root of his scrotum. "Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~!!! Huhhhh! Huhhh... Huhhh..."

John didn't come close to stopping. His balls continued slam onto her and let fly an even thicker rain of her product as if nothing had happened. "Yeeeeeaaaaaaah there we go. Let me hear it."

She certainly did. There wasn't much of a choice considering the insistence of his barbaric fuck stick. Only when his climax made its approach did his cadence finally start to waver. A deep sigh rolled out of him. His nostrils flared. What had been fluid thrusting now became stilted and rapid. "Uuuuuuaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh~!" His hips bucked one last time, slamming home his piston to the absolute deepest so that his seed could drill into her most sacred of corners. The first few ropes were like miniature thrusts of their own, pounding Olivia's insides with their vehement arrival and audacious weight. His fat cock vein throbbed with each spurt while the two grapefruit behind it retracted into him.

Olivia squirmed with joy. She rubbed her fingers over her waist where she could feel his hot seed lay claim to her flower. He panted hard before straightening his back and letting go of her shoulders. He scooted back on his knees, freeing his cum-sodden member from her womanhood. What followed was a nasty wet belch of cum from her gaping lady wound. It slid its way past her twitching tail hole like an ivory slug and added to the already wet comforter below.

"Whooo... Ain't that pretty?" John huffed, patting her tummy.

"Mmmmm, it sure feels that way~" Olivia cooed as she fingered her used cunny.

John made a celebratory hoot as he rolled off the bed, dangling his wet penis and dripping spent cum to the carpet floor below. "So! Which of you boys is next?"

Dale hopped on immediately. "That'd be me. I saw her after you did."

Olivia giggled. "I guess you did. Come on, then, big boy."

Dale obliged in an instant, peeling off his shirt and letting her see that big black belly of his. His cock stood out from beneath it, not losing any of its apparent stature even when juxtaposed with his heavy paunch. When he mounted the bed it moaned in protest beneath him.

"Don't break the thing, now!" Ron teased from his chair.

"I don't make any promises," Dale quipped back while crawling up to the beautiful lady waiting for his addition to the pot.

He was a sweet man, but having him atop her wasn't something she was quite ready to deal with. "Tell you what. If this bed might break beneath us, why don't you lay down and let me do the work?"

He didn't mind that at all. "Sure thing. Can't wait to see you in action~" He slumped down and rolled onto his back right next to her. He was like a mountain of black horse belly, replete with stony pecs and arms like howitzers.

Olivia climbed onto him. His thick snout and cherubic face looked adorable smiling up at her. His penis sat up against the southern swell of his belly. Sitting on his thighs, she humped against it softly, blessing it with the slop of her and John's cum. She drifted her hands around his belly, adoring just how round it was.

"Like big bellies, don't ya?" he teased.

"I do. Aren't enough boys out there with them, at least not in the porn industry."

"Heh. Might change that."

"Mmm, I'll put in a good word for you~"

"I'd like that." He slid his white-feathered hands up her curvaceous frame and gingerly cupped her tits. "Especially if it meant I got to fuck pretty girls like you."

She chuckled and thrusted her chest into his palms. "I think they'd like it too." She grabbed his cock and positioned it upwards and herself over it. One well-aimed drop landed herself on it and enveloped the head. "Uhh..." Like the man possessing it, it was nicely thick and heavy, filling her out to just one degree more than John did, and he was a big fellow as it was. That didn't stop her. She was a big girl. She got paid to handle this kind of work., and handle it she did, sliding her taut quim until her haunches touched the topside of his scrotum. "Mmmmmm, that's it~ Ohhh..."

Dale let out a long sigh. Her hold on his cock was suffocating, letting him feel her every minute twitch and quiver. Likewise, his resolute throbbing triggered more sighs and coos from her. He was milked for the first few drops of precum. She was about to get more. With her hands splayed out on his brick-like chest, she rose to the zenith of his cock and then came down. She met his expectations of a show, letting her ass swing out in a majestic circle in time with her lifts and descents.

Their audience was entranced by the two logos on her ass cheeks. Eyes rolled up and down in their sockets to follow her flow. Dale's fat piston vanished into her with growing ease, encouraging a more speedy and natural sequence. Up and down, up and down. She was a tower of woman whose body swayed and grew into the air with aquiline grace. "Yes... Huhhh... So good~ Mmmmm..." She scratched at his muscle cleavage, adoring just how little it gave way.

His hands returned the favor on her much more malleable ass. Calloused fingers made rough by the years of farmwork sank into and scraped her gossamer flesh. The horse shoes warped and twisted with the sensual massage he gave her. "Hoooooo... That's nice. Whew... Damn, you're good at that..."

Her open maw formed a smile. "Glad you like it... Hohhhh... I can do this all day... Mmmmm..."

Dale winced. "Don't think I can... Goddamn..." Unwilling to pop before she did, he slid his hand down her trunk and planted it on the side of her hip. There he prodded her clit with his thumb, mushing it against the solid pole that was his cock. Olivia reacted appropriately, making her onlookers jump at her sudden high-pitched yelp. It urged her to go even faster. The mere press and swirl of his coarse thumb tip was like a lightning bolt of pleasure that made the incessant quiver of her thighs and ass even more dramatic.

The escalation was too much for the both of them. The resulting tightening of her cunt and speed at which she asserted herself barreled them to the edge as one. Dale came first in spite of his efforts. His husky frame curved into a tight crunch while his teeth furled back to unveil a gritted set of white incisors. Olivia wasn't at all offended, not when the very powerful burst of cum that ripped through her womanhood triggered her own orgasm. Dale's heroic growl was joined by a siren's howl. Olivia's head was thrown back. Her chest thrusted forward and shook with the epic climax whose creamy product gurgled around Dale's pulsing hilt.

Their voices tapered in time with their ecstasies, though not without a muscle-melting afterglow. Olivia collapsed over his belly which swelled with his heaving breaths. Lying her head on his chest let her feel the ardent thump of his heart. She hummed merrily and rubbed around his shoulders. "Mmmmmmmmm, wasn't that sweet?"

Dale laughed through his panting and gave her a lazy smooch on the cheek. "Yeah, I think it was. Whew."

Olivia sat up and pried her cunt off of his pole. It flopped back down on his belly, soaked and limp. Following it was a fat wad of molten Dale oil which landed on and slithered down his ballsack. She lied down next to him and gave him a goodbye pat on the belly before he excused himself. The bed rebounded into its normal shape with a loud creak once he got up. Olivia was on her side, head propped up on her fist, knee bent into the air, letting her thoroughly battered cunt air itself out until the next arrival. She looked at the young fellow sitting in the chair. "Ron? Care to take your turn?"

He licked his lips and gulped. Both his mouth and throat were awfully dry. "Yes ma'am." He stood up and let his pants fall down to his ankles. Off came his shirt so that Olivia could see the fantastically carved masterpiece that was his trunk and chest. There wasn't a single fiber of muscle she couldn't see on him through his airtight gray skin. His cock was at the ready, charcoal in color with his flared glans a gay pink color. He joined her on the bed. His raunchy musk was already adding to the suicide drink of sexual aroma. A nervous smile gazed down at her. "Hi," he said meekly.

"Hi there, handsome~" She reached out and fondled the underside of his cock, just below its pulsing pink helmet. His teeth sank into his lip. A tinge of red rose to the surface of his cheeks. She knew he was telling himself to calm down. "No need to be nervous, sweetheart. Just breathe. It's not a competition."

With four of his buddies watching him and two performances to measure up to, he politely disagreed. Still, he nodded sharply. "Yeah. Right."

"How do you want me?"

He gulped. "Doggystyle, please."

"You got it~" She rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her fours. That pompous ass of hers swelled out behind her, topped like a Christmas Tree by her fabulously soft horse tail. The long, silvery strands fell over her ass crack. A cheeky whip sent it flying to the side, affording Ron a more personal view. She looked over her shoulder at him through half-hung lashes. "Have fun~"

His anxious smile morphed into something so boyish it was goofy. "Yes ma'am. I will." He sauntered over behind her on his knees, coming face-to-face with that beautiful backside of hers. Her cunt lips were parted around a pink cavity defiled by a thin seminal film. Breathing from it was a hot stank consisting of two horse's gleeful contributions. It made his nostrils cringe and his throat clamp. It did not repulse him. The gnarled and battered quality of it all only made his cock flex harder, demanding its addition to the fund.

Trying to remain as calm as he could, he grabbed hold of his penis with one paw. The other dipped a thumb into her ass crack and peeled one haunch aside. There was her stretched donut just an inch above her cunny. He poked the tip of his tongue through his lips with concentration and pressed his manhood to her gates. The sound of wet flesh compacting was enough to send a shiver of cold right up his spine. More stimulating was Olivia's soft coo. He let go of her buttock, letting it fall back around his cock with a significant wobble. He pushed onwards and blanketed his tip with her folds. It was white hot, firm in its hold, alive with her every breath, pulse, and quiver. His jaw dropped with a sharp inhale. It was as heavenly as he predicted.

His pause to appreciate her hold on him was just for a moment, but too long for Olivia. She took the initiative with a backwards push of her ass, devouring the next few inches of his column. Ron didn't resist, happy to kneel and watch his member be devoured until there was nothing left but a fat pair of gray mare cheeks and two blue horseshoes.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm~" Her body lurched forward, letting out the greater portion of his length. She returned with equal speed, swallowing him to the balls once more. Like her performance on Dale's lap, her back and forth was slow, methodical, and egregiously sexy. She was not content to just go in a straight line, instead dipping her hips and grinding them whenever she pleased. Her moans were soft and sincere. White hair fell from her scalp and tickled the comforter below as she let her head drop so that she could look down at the gap between her open thighs. She saw his balls hanging there. The graphite skin holding them would stretch with her every collision. From where her head was she could here Ron huffing through his nose. His hands fell on her ass and swam around her back and curves. He was so cute. She loved it. "Ohhh... Yes... Mmmmm..."

Gradually her speed increased along with an even more theatrical assertion of her hips and ass. The logos would fold and wobble as her round cushions squished into his pelvis. Naturally her and Ron's voices got louder. She heard him cuss under his breath. Looking over her shoulder she saw his mouth hung open and his eyes contorted with pleasure. "Huhhh... You wanna take over? Huhhh..."

"Y-yeah..." he stammered.

Olivia slowed to a stop. "Go ahead. Take care of me."

The nerves were gone by now, pulverized by his smashing arousal and dire need to fuck. He indulged himself by grabbing her hips and arching his hips back. BAP! Bone crashed into her ass. Balls pulverized her clit. What had been slow and sensual on her part was now a chaotic jackhammer courtesy of a wild drive burning in his loins. BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP!

Olivia reacted in kind. Her entire body recoiled. The wails echoing from her maw were hiccuped with each smash from behind. "Uhhhhhh-UHHhhh-UHHhhh-UHHhhh-!"

The desperation and effort had Ron's face twisted and snarled. His grunts and moans were nearly as dramatic as hers. He had forgotten about the four men watching, or even that two of them had gone before him. There was only the beautiful woman screaming in front of him, the growing burn of his muscles, and the ecstasy which was rapidly inflating towards an explosion.

It wasn't long before that finally happened. "HUUUUUAAAAHHHHHH~~~!!!" His buttocks clenched at their absolute tightest upon the final thrust. He unloaded nearly every drop he had, right upon the gate of her womb. His powerful legs nearly buckled out from beneath him. Between spurts his hips would hump, purely by reflex. He had to hold on to Olivia with all of his remaining might so as not to topple over on her.

Olivia gasped sharply. She flattened her chest down on the mattress, absorbing his every drop and rewarding him with more bubbling quivers. His warmth gurgled out from the tight seal between her gaped pussy lips and his pulsing rod. Even when his climax reached a close he did not stop shaking and huffing. Olivia soothed him with a cheeky wag of her ass. "Ohhhh, sweety... Mmmmm... That's it~"

"Huhhh... Huhhhh... Huhhh... Oh God... Fuck." Backing out of her was a struggle. The residual ecstasy was crippling, making his legs feel like rubber beneath him. It was like his first time all over again. He popped out of her and sat on his ankles to catch his breath. Yet another wallop of horse cum came drooling out of her. The comforter was completely ruined by this point, defiled several times worse than it ever had been by the comparatively innocent love life Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez shared.

Olivia lied down and got on her side. She rubbed Ron's tender pillar, letting another pearl out from his slit. "That was amazing~ How'd you like it?"

He was still breathing like he had been through a marathon. Ron was a fit and trim lad whose life on the farm had hardened him well, but none of that prepared him for the amount of heart and soul he had quite literally poured into her. He managed a smile. "Huhhh... Yeah, I really did. Dream come true."

"Mmmm, I'm glad. Now let the next boy have his turn."

Only the brothers were left. They were already completely naked, itching for their turns and carrying a raging erection each. They both made a pass at the bed, refusing to stop even when they noticed the other brother doing the same thing. It turned into a race, just like when they were getting the mug from her earlier. Myron got to the bed on Olivia's right, Marlo on her left. Both of them slid onto the mattress in perfect unison, flanking her with a choice of which stud to fuck her next.

Why choose? "Now, now. It isn't a race. Tell you boys what..." She reached out and handled both of their cocks. "You two are brothers, can't you work together?"

They shared a glance at each other. Could they? "How we gonna do that?" Myron asked.

"Well, I got two holes, you know. I think you can find room."

Just like that, it was no longer a competition to see who would fuck her first, but which one would get anal. "How we gonna decide this?" Marlo asked.

"You want her ass too, right?"

"Yeah."

"Shoot." Myron thought for a moment. "Fuck it. Rock Paper scissors."

Olivia and the three men standing by laughed as the two brothers held there palms out and beat their fists into them three times.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors..." they chanted. "Shoot!"

Myron drew rock, Marlo paper.

"Dammit!" Myron swore. "Best two out of three."

"Hey!" snapped Olivia. "None of that. I'm not gonna wait all night for you two."

Marlo wasn't going to let his brother argue. "OK! How uhhhh..."

Olivia patted the space next to her. "On your back."

Marlo dove forward and flopped over on his back, much to Myron's slight chagrin. He wiggled into a more comfortable position, grinning from ear to ear. "Alright! I'm ready."

His raging erection confirmed as much. "I see that," Olivia said. She sat up and kicked one leg over him so that she could straddle his thighs while facing his feet. She reached between her thighs and aimed his cock upwards. Marlo watched her ass position itself over him. She took a few deep breaths, letting herself relax. It wouldn't do her well to go in too tightly. On her third exhale she came down, landing her tail hole on his head. Her weight came down on him, gaping her pucker until it met the girth of his glans and swallowed it. "Nnf..." The pressure wasn't mild. The following descent was slow and arduous, requiring every bit of patience and focus. At last she was at his hilt, feeling his dense presence all the way in her tummy. She rubbed the tip of her middle finger around a thick knot of horse meat that sat just behind her navel.

Marlo went through it just as much. Her grip was the most relentless he'd ever experienced, something pleasing as well as strenuous. He held onto her hips as she slowly laid herself back on him, spilling her soft white mane down his shoulder where she kept her head rested. Just above her occupied cavity was her cunt, ready for the remaining brother's occupation. Myron didn't hesitate. He was on top of them in a flash, sparing Oliva a few kisses before drawing his penis over her cunt and plowing inside of it.

"Huhhh! Huhhh! Huhhh!" She had forgotten how visceral double penetration was. It was a veritable speed ball of intense pain and pleasure across her entire lower half. Those two conflicting sensations beat heads against one another like two rams battle for a mate. In a way, that's what the two studs fucking her were doing. They both had the mate, now it was time to see who would fuck her the best.

Marlo went at her slowly and at a high angle, if only to avoid the awkward situation of grazing his nutsack across his brother's. He pinned her by her shoulders, mushing Myron beneath her. Unbothered, Myron grabbed Olivia's knees and opened her legs out as far as they would go, exposing her to their dual assault on her intimates. Myron couldn't do much more than thrust a few inches given his lack of maneuver room, but that didn't stop his beefy hands from exploring her many nooks and crannies. Olivia's clit was introduced to the tip of his middle finger which dipped her beady pearl into the angry scrape of Myron's cock.

Both brothers had to peel their ears backwards on their scalps to protect themselves from Olivia's screaming. She was completely out of it, not forming any real words beyond a single syllable yes, God, fuck, or me. Marlo's face bundled into a wrinkled scrunch. Next to Olivia's high-pitched wailing was his sincere song of grunts and swears. Myron wasn't faring any better. He lost his angle of approach as his iron grip on her shoulders began to falter. The two brothers' flesh packages started colliding with each other. Neither of them noticed through the iron barrior of pleasure that had erected itself in front of all other sensations. With that portal of hot, mushy flesh squelching around his cock and smearing it with their forebearer's product, Myron could do nothing else but fuck harder and faster.

It all came tumbling down in one catastrophic instant. Olivia was caught off guard by a blining surge of ecstasy which finally through her over the edge. Her body, trapped between those two slices of gyrating horse muscle as it was, went into another spasmic fit. Her squealing hit a wall as the breath in her lungs became trapped. Every muscle and fiber across her equine frame were in a state of locking and seizing, vibrating her leg flesh like a car on a bumpy road. It felt like she was flying. A clot of whitish cream slavered out of her, off of Myron's cock, and down onto Marlo's. It was only a second or two after the start of her orgasm that her voice came thundering back. "HUUUUUEEEEEUUUUUGGHHHHUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuhhhhhh~~~!!!"

Neither brother was so ungentlemanly as not to join her in her revelry. Marlo, trapped so severely in her backside, heaved his chest and bounced beneath her. "Huhhh! Huuuhhhh! Awwwwwww fuuuuuck~!" His nuts sank into his body along with the starting burst, then repeated on the half dozen that followed. Through the bliss running daggers through her loins Olivia could feel his masculine drool burst and wind through her insides, further intensifying her already crippling orgasm.

It was Myron's turn. His epic thrusting devolved into a rapid series of bucks, making his buttocks clench and dimple chaotically. "HuuuuhhhhhhHHHUUUUHHHH~~~!!!" Another round of horse cum barreled out of him and christened her womb with the final layer. He staggered upright onto his knees, withdrew his cock, and began stroking the head furiously. The following three spurts rocketed out of him and piddled across Olivia's chest and tummy. "Fffffffffaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~" he groaned.

Olivia gasped at the sudden sprinkling of heat on her tits. Her gaping mouth formed a smile. Marlo wasn't as pleased. "Dude! Watch it, man! Fuck!" He was ducking his head away from her, trying to dodge his brother's nut shower.

Myron let go of his spent penis, letting it droop slowly. He laughed. "My bad... Hahhh... Holy fuck... Jesus Christ..." He saw the Pollockian creation he had left across her trunk and chest. Coils of white slime were whipped around her navel and breasts. More of it was glooping out of her and onto Marlo's balls, thus negating his attempts to dodge Myron's spitfire. "God... I've wanted to do that my whole fucking life. Whew."

"Glad to knock that one off of the bucket list for you," Olivia huffed. She tried sitting upright but was held back by the rubberization of her core muscles. Virtually everything else was made useless by the residing pleasure of so many orgasms, both hers and the gentlemen watching her struggle. Marlo kindly grabbed her upper arms and helped her up. "Mm, thanks sweety."

The brothers helped her off of Marlo's lap and laid her on her back. The most she could do was murmur softly and flex her toes. Her body felt like it was experiencing some form of shock. The ecstasy lingered like a stubborn drug, settling in her bones, muscles, and her cunny. She dabbed her fingers into it and rubbed it gently. White slop squished and squelched. The surrounding flesh was horribly tender, almost numb. Worse was the pounding ache in her backside courtesy of Marlo. She had a feeling it wouldn't feel that much better in the morning. She stretched her arms over her head and arched her back. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, God. That was fucking incredible. You boys sure none of you are pornstars? I don't think I've even been in a shoot that was better than that. Honest to God."

That helped inflate a few egoes. "Farmboys are built different," John boasted.

"That's right," agreed Dale.

"We know how to treat a lady," said Ron, no longer as bashful.

"I bet she figured that out by now," Marlo joked.

"Don't take a rocket scientist," Myron quipped.

Olivia's eyes were closed. The conversation around her was mostly dull background noise, but soothing to listen to all the same. If only the Olivia who was beating her steering wheel in rage had known what was waiting for her. Her Honda breaking down was the best thing it had ever done for her. She inhaled through her nose, initiating a deep yawn. "Huhhhhhhh... God. I'm beat." She looked down at the desecrated comforter. "I don't think sleeping here's such a bright idea."

"Let us, take care of that," said John. He walked up to the bed and scooped her up into his arms. He cradled her with ease as Dale and Ron peeled the comforter off the bed. Marlo peeled the sheet back so that John could lay her back down. She landed on a heavenly plane of anglic softness. The sheet whispered back on top of her.

Dimples cratered her cheeks as a tiny smile sat on her mouth. She swaddled herself in the sheet and formed a fetal position. "Thank you," she said quietly, barely loud enough for them to hear.

"You're welcome," whispered John. He kissed her temple. "Goodnight."

She giggled. "Goodnight."

"G'night."

"Night!"

"G'night!"

"Good night."

Olivia heard their wishes for a good sleep. It soon came over her, drifting her off into a whimsical land rife with studly stallions and cozy fireplaces. The nude men filed out one by one. John was the last one to leave, flicking the switch and closing the door behind him, leaving Olivia alone with her dreams.

THE END