While Cindy ground her ass on Uncle Anthony’s lap, with her back to him, Rocco ripped off his shirt and just kept making out with her, his hard dick sticking into her tits and his tongue stabbing the inside of her mouth. Hair covered his body. He resembled a bear wrestling with my wife while she squatted on Uncle Anthony’s lap, swiveling her hips, trying to swallow his bloated hog with her tight little bumhole. Each failure stretched out her snug O-ring just a little bit more, until finally Uncle Anthony had his massive mushroom head inside her sphincter.
“Ooooh I’ve never felt so full!” Cindy moaned lustfully into Rocco’s mouth in between thrusts from his tongue.
When she managed to get another inch inside her ass, the pressure must have stimulated her G-spot because now she wasn’t just moaning; now she was wailing like there was a wildfire burning through her loins. Her shaking leg was an early sign of impending orgasm. Rocco pulled back from their kiss, grabbed my wife’s French braid at the end and held it aloft in one hand like it was the Olympic torch while, with the other, he began rubbing his slimy cock all over her nose and cheeks. From behind the garage, Cindy’s guttural grunts filled the air as she wriggled her ass on Uncle Anthony’s cock, trying to take more.
“Oh my God it’s fucking huge!” she screamed.
My wife gripped the armrests of Uncle Anthony’s wheelchair in order to control her descent. As her asshole widened to take another installment of the old man’s cock, Cindy let out a scream of pure ecstasy, throwing her head back and crying out.
“That’s right, moan like a whore,” Uncle Anthony sneered as he began spanking her. Cindy whimpered, closing her eyes as her tight ass slid another excruciating inch down on his dick. Uncle Anthony was stretching my wife so wide that I thought he might rip her open.
“OH GOD!” She screamed, shaking her head. “OH GOD!”
“Quiet, slut,” Uncle Anthony said, rearing back to deliver a sharp spank before grabbing her hips to burrow that elderly erection deeper inside her anal cavity.
For a moment all I could hear were the sounds of Rocco hitting his fat cock across my wife’s face while she rode Uncle Anthony, who was spanking her to keep up the pace. The pleasure and pain must have been intense, almost unbearable, but she managed to clench her mouth shut, sobbing meekly as a man old enough to be her grandfather humbled her on his grotesque cock, burying it deep in her bowel.
Rocco rubbed his penis all over my wife’s face like he was marking his territory, while Uncle Anthony continued slamming her down on his lap, reaming her ass until she begged him for mercy.
“Oh God!” She cried, tears streaming down her face. “Oh God, please no! Please don’t make me! Please, sir!”
“Make you what?” Uncle Anthony asked, reaching around to rub her clitoris.
“Make me cum like a filthy whore!” She whimpered, but that only made him fuck her harder and rub her clit faster, ushering her through a shattering full body orgasm, her pussy gushing with juices.
“FUCK!” She grunted like a wild animal, shaking her head and squealing in gibberish, calming down slightly as her orgasm ebbed and she thought she had control of her body again, only to be seized with a look of terror as another wave of orgasms hit, one right after the other.
“OH GOD NO!” Cindy cried, shaking her head as her pussy quaked with another orgasm, her eyes rolling back in her head and her body convulsing.
“I can’t! I can’t! Please stop! Please sir!” She cried, sobbing uncontrollably.
Hearing my wife address dirty old Uncle Anthony as “sir” while he sodomized her ass and Rocco smeared her face with cock was one of the most humiliating and erotic experiences I have ever had. My head burned as hot as the tip of Rocco’s cigar.
On the brink of yet another orgasm, Cindy closed her eyes and began to bounce up and down on Uncle Anthony’s cock at a frenzied pace, making it difficult for Rocco to continue his assault on her face. Rocco hadn’t come yet, but he stepped back to watch — and livestream — as Bridget’s lecherous uncle put on a performance.
My wife’s blonde head was flopping like a rag doll’s as she bounced on top of the senescent pervert in the wheelchair, but before she could come again, Uncle Anthony clamped his arthritic hands over her hips and slowed her frantic pace, keeping her simmering on the edge of another explosive orgasm. “Slow down bitch… ugghhh… I want you to feel all of this dick!”
My wife rolled her eyes as he reached those wrinkled hands down to cup her ass and began moving her languidly up and down his hard pole like a carousel horse. The old man was not going to let her get away easily. She tried to speed up, but his firm grasp on her would just slow her down even more. He appeared to be savouring every moment of her humiliation as he lanced her ass slowly on his giant phallus.
Cindy gasped, flailing her arms and wriggling forward as if she meant to eject the monstrous intruder, but she only succeeded in grazing her clit against his feeble leg. She was pinned like a butterfly, helpless as he packed that concrete cock up into her sphincter. Uncle Anthony laughed wickedly at her reaction and continued fucking her ass with deep, unhurried strokes. He didn’t seem to be hurting her, but fucking Christ was it humiliating — for her and for me. I couldn’t breathe. I felt lightning through my teeth.
“Oh yeah, such a tight ass!” he moaned, lazily pushing into her rectum at a pace that kept her from climaxing. Every time Uncle Anthony dropped my wife in his lap, she whimpered pathetically as he impaled her ass on that vicious dick. It looked like she was sitting on a bowling pin.
Cindy bucked high on his cock, but the greedy old geezer just let her fall straight back down to the base. Unladylike groans escaped from her diaphram, a sure sign she was losing control again. She was getting really worked up from Uncle Anthony frigging her clit, but she was biting her lip because he spanked her ass so hard. “Nonno wants to hear you squeal!” he taunted, and she immediately started to emit furious moans and groans.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass!” she started bouncing hard and fast on him, no doubt trying to trigger her orgasm, but to her fury he pushed her off. “What the…?” Cindy gasped angrily.
“Stop rushing you stupid clam!” Uncle Anthony scolded her a second time, then smacked her ass again before lifting her totally off of his cock, making her groan at the emptiness. “Clean it!” he snarled.
In an instant, Cindy turned towards her tormentor, her big breasts standing out proudly like twin battleships as she moved. Bending at the waist, she stuck her rubescent asscheeks out towards Rocco while gobbling down Uncle Anthony’s manhood.
In my pants, my boyhood was stiff and throbbing.
“Now let’s see you take two dicks like a real whore,” Uncle Anthony fleered at her. With her dress bunched around her waist, my wife straddled his wheelchair until she was perched over his big throbbing cock. I could see how wet she was; the inside of her thighs was slickened. Cindy sighed with satisfaction as he plunged inside her married pussy, banging against the soft, tender walls with that knotty old oak. This time, though, the position had changed totally; her legs dangled off the wheelchair, but she couldn’t reach the ground, and her ass was on his lap, tilted toward Rocco, giving her no leverage at all. She was being completely skewered by Uncle Anthony’s meat stick. He started to rock her back and forth, and the angle of her body ensured that every pump of his head ground against her G-spot.