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filled with the cock
more used to fucking her best friend. Jennifer sucked in a breath on seeing
Trent’s lean hard body rutting atop Kimmie’s soft and slender one, those smooth
limbs instinctively wrapping around her guy as he shafted deep into yielding
pussy.
    “C’mon, baby, fuck that slut!” She massaged Lawrence’s veiny
trunk as she ejaculated the words. From which dark part of her psyche the
epithet had sprung she did not know, but it was pleasing her mightily to see
her sweet BFF take whatever she was given like a good girl. Leading Kimmie’s
fiancé by the cock, she walked to the other end of the kitchen island, to
afford herself a good view of Trent’s shunting ass. God, it was a gorgeous
fucking sight.
    “Go for it,” she urged, reaching out and smacking his buttocks
as they flexed. Her hand jacked Lawrence’s cock as she uttered the words and
she had an insatiable urge to be as full as her brunette companion. “Do it,
baby, fuck her like a man, ‘cos I’m going to damn well fuck your friend!” The
crepe pan was close at hand and she picked it up, whacking her boyfriend hard
with it across both cheeks.
    “Goddamn! You bitch!” Trent scowled around at her and then took
his rage out on Kimmie’s pussy, clutching the girl’s back and ramming her till
she screamed.
    “That’s more fucking like it!” Jennifer was grinning, Lawrence
returning the look with a glee that was almost deranged. Oh yes, he’d always
wanted her, and here was his chance. “Now baby…” She yanked hard on that
swollen column. “Look at him screw the shit out of your girl. What you gonna fucking
do about it?”
    Lawrence’s reply was swift and wordless. Biceps flexing, he
picked her up by the hips and carried her in reverse, her legs instantaneously
entwining around his ass. He might not be the brightest, Jennifer considered as
she was transported, but his gym-ripped bulk would serve its purpose well. The
thought was still in her head when he backed her into the refrigerator,
positioning the head of his cock at the wet invitation of her labia. A snarl
was on his lips as he slammed her against the white surface and skewered her
there with an impaling drive of his pelvis. She cried out as she was crammed full
with foreign cock, nailed tight against the fridge by her best friend’s
sex-maddened fiancé. He shafted hard inside her and she came all over him in
the first few thrusts, flattering his ego with the hot clutch of her pussy on
his length. He fucked her like it had always been his dream and she clawed his
muscled shoulders in response, guttural screams ripping their way free of her
throat.
    On the kitchen island Kimmie was howling in harmony, as they
were each gorgeously brutalised by the other’s guy. For the second time that
evening they were both being reamed out by great cunt-stretching man-weapons –
just not the ones they were used to.
    “Hope you’re fucking my girl as good as I’m fucking yours,” she
heard Trent call out. She might have laughed at his braggadocio, had she not
been so preoccupied with the deep-spearing thrusts of Lawrence’s dick.
    “I’m drilling the shit out of her.” The great bear of a guy
spat out the words, staring into her face as he shafted into her core. “And she
fucking knows it.”
    “Good…” Jennifer could only imagine the heat on Trent’s face as
he forced his response. “’Cos I’m fucking your bitch to all fucking hell. Right,
Kim?”
    Kimmie’s thoughts on the subject came in the form of inarticulate
cries – the kind that could only be produced by a frenetically pumping cock.
The two well-churched guys were locked into a macho fuck-contest, the only goal
of which was to extract louder screams from the other’s fiancée.
    “Trying to be extra-manly?” Jennifer panted under Lawrence’s
lusty attentions. “After you two rubbed cocks?” Her current lover shafted even
harder and she heard additional squeals from Kimmie. She bit down on the screams
that