The Hundred Husbands of Sand Saref 2

Marco slid down and slapped his erection against her quivering breasts. She felt how it was throbbing when it touched her taut nipples. Sand thought she would go out of her mind.

Then it felt like she had. Sartana was between her open thighs, lapping at her sex. Her tongue ran right between the tender folds of her labia, making Sand cry out with surprise—then pleasure.

“Ahhnnn! Oh shit!” she gasped.

With Sartana’s tongue caressing her tingling slit as only another woman could do, Marco held her breasts together and fucked them with his enormous cock. First, he rolled his hips, pushing his stiff erection into the nipple and then he kept going, letting her feel all of his length ride against the sensitive bud.

Then he did the same thing with her other nipple, fucking his cock into the flesh of her tit and feeling the little quiver charging it, electrifying her nipple, until his balls finally came to a stop against the underside of her breasts.

“Oh God! OHHHNNN!” Sand trilled, shuddering.

Finally he placed his cock between her two bunched tits and pushed into the valley they formed. Sand bent her neck, looking down at the massive shaft parting her flesh where they pressed together. Marco’s fingers dug into her aching globes, spiking their sensitivity, making them feel his throbbing erection harder than ever.

Sartana’s tongue jetted into the boiling groove of Sand’s womanhood, almost painful in the intensity of the feeling it generated. Then it licked through her folds and that intensity dissolved into wonderful tickles of delight, allowing Sand to breathe and making her crave the next blossom of pleasure. Sartana caressed Sand’s flexing thighs and thirstily drank from her flowing sex.

Sand went wild with need. The light, playful licking became a curse. She wanted Sartana to fuck her with her tongue, to make the hotly swelling bubble of her coming orgasm finally burst throughout her surging body.

“God, yes! Yes! More!” she panted.

Marco made short, jerky thrusts with his cock, mashing her breasts into its pistoning length. Sand turned her head and arched her back, panting needfully. Then she felt his cock swell, blossoming with heat enough to singe her breasts. She faced it, opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue. Marco groaned as he erupted, littering her face and breasts with a stream of cum flowing everywhere.

The feeling of cum all over her face and Sartana’s tongue pleasuring her cunt excited Sand to the point where she knew she would come too. But no matter how much she strained for orgasm, it didn’t come.

“Unh! Unnh!” she groaned, trying to force herself to completion.

But before she could, two more big dicks were dangled in her face. She opened her mouth and dutifully sucked, first Ramon, then Carlos. The two cops had already been stiff from watching her be double-teamed by a beautiful woman and a big-dicked man, but after getting a taste of her mouth, they were throbbing hard, ready to paint her face a deeper shade of white.

Sartana moved out of the way, having had her fill of Sand’s cunt, and now Hector came down on the table. With Sartana undoing the restraints on Sand’s legs, Hector pushed her thighs upward, rolling Sand into a ball that he lowered himself onto. He slid his massive prick into her cunt with a fierce thrust that would’ve made her scream if her mouth wasn’t already full of cock.

Folded in half, her legs veeing past her head, Sand could only gargle on the pricks sharing her mouth while her pussy was set on fire. At the same time, Sartana took advantage of how Sand was curled up. She squeezed Sand’s buttocks hard with her fingers, splaying them, then probing her tongue into Sand’s asshole.

“AIIEEE!” Sand shrieked, feeling a wiggling tongue now adding to the sensation of being full of cock, seeming to flutter around the painfully taut flesh that sheathed Hector’s big dick.

Both Ramon and Carlos forced their stiff erections into her mouth: she had no choice, no inclination, but to slurp them lovingly. Gurgling and gasping helplessly, for she had to do something to relieve herself of all the lust filling her from Sartana and Hector assailing her lower body.

Sand lay contorted into a perfectly fuckable pose, her body pulsing and singing with need as four people all shared her body. Her raging sexuality seemed unsustainable, but it kept going on and on. She moaned as a huge prick ravaged her pussy, kept moaning around the double penetration of her mouth. Sartana’s rampaging tongue in her anus left her no ability to collect herself.

She was like a boat tossed on a stormy sea, at the mercy of the waves for as long as they refused to calm.

The mushrooming bubble of her orgasm grew and grew. But it wouldn’t burst. About all Sand could do, with her body spread out and bent to allow so many people access to it, was beg inwardly to come. But her body refused. The unbearable pleasure kept up its assault on her, allowing her no release, only more and more lust.

Carlos and Ramon finally went off. Carlos pulled free, letting his cock blast her face, while Ramon stayed in her mouth, spurting his cum right down her throat. Sand licked with her drowning tongue. And when he withdrew from her, she licked her lips clean. The taste of cum worried at her orgasm, made it feel closer than ever, but the sex just wouldn’t end.

“OHMM! AHH! Oh God, let me come! Make me come!” Sand wailed.

Suddenly Hector thrust into her so violently that she was doubled over, her own hilted pussy in her face. She felt a river of cum from him charging into her aching womanhood. What didn’t cling to her walls fell out of her slit, slathering her face like paint running down a canvas.

They barely let her body settle back into a more natural position before they were all over her, swarming over all the nubile flesh she possessed. She felt Sartana’s hungry mouth devouring her breasts and the still-warm cum that covered them. Hands felt her, fingers were jammed into her.

Marco spread her asscheeks and impaled her rectum with one fast thrust. A second later Carlos was inside her dripping cunt. Hector went into her mouth, making her revive his flagging erection, and Ramon happily groped all of the cleavage that Sartana couldn’t get her mouth around.

Sand writhed and twisted and cried out. They seemed determined to use up her body, to not leave any of it unexploited. But it would all be worth it if only she could come. She didn’t know why her body was refusing her, but no matter how much she yearned for it, she couldn’t climax.

They didn’t have her problem. Time after time, one of them spilled cum into her mouth or anus or pussy, and then there was another to take their place. It seemed barely any time at all before her entire thrashing body was slick with cum, stinking with it. And Sand didn’t care. All she wanted was to come.

“Oh God! God! GODDD! I need to come!” she screamed, tossing and turning in an exquisite nightmare. She was getting the best sex of her life, but she couldn’t come from it.

Then, like a dream in morning, it was over.

“Shit, what time is it?” Sartana asked, going to her pile of discarded clothes for her watch.

“Who cares?” Ramon returned. No matter how tempting Sand’s holes were, and they were well-used enough to prove their seduction, he just had to try fucking her tits.

“The chief said we couldn’t keep her to ourselves. We’re supposed to give the whole island a shot at all—fuck, it’s been five hours! We need to get her out of here before they come looking for her!”

“Just let me have one more, I’m working on a good one,” Carlos said, slapping his returning erection against Sand’s pretty face.

Her eyes were glazed over, as they often were as she was overwhelmed by a potent combination of lust and enjoyment, but his growing manhood was bringing Sand back to herself.

“No, we’ve overindulged already. Turn the hose on her. We’ve got to make her presentable for the next batch of guys. And no fucking her on the way there!” Sartana insisted stoutly. “We can’t bring her over with her holes totally used up… give her a dose of ta’nna. That’ll ripen her up again.”

“Ta’nna?” Sand repeated sleepily, wondering what the foreign-sounding word meant.

Suddenly hands gripped her face and jaw, pulling her mouth open, then pouring some hot, fruity liquid into her mouth. By now, Sand was used to swallowing what was put into her mouth. She gulped it down and a warm feeling began to suffuse her body. Enough so that she barely felt it when the hose turned on and freezing cold water slammed into her, washing her clean of all the cum that had polluted her body.

“No time for an enema,” Sartana said, now utterly in control of the situation, even with not a single stitch on her body. “Rub her down with towels, douse her in perfume, and someone make her vomit. Better she do it here than in the next round. Then another helping of ta’nna. That’ll wake her up. She needs to have a little fight in her, at least at the start. Once things get rolling, then she can go right back to La La Land.”