And finally, to top it all off, Colin clambered onto the bench and grabbed a fistful of Alyssa’s sweaty, mussed-up hair.
“C’mon,” he jerked her head forward, and she realized he was offering her his cock. “Let’s make you airtight.”
And although Alyssa wasn’t quite sure how pleasant that sounded – she kind of needed air, as it happened – she opened her mouth obediently and Colin fed her inch-after-inch of cock.
Her nose wrinkled as she accepted it. For a moment, it flickered across her mind that this same cock had been buried in her pussy not more than a few minutes before; but the taste of her own cunt on Colin’s hot, hard flesh actually turned her on more, once she experienced it.
And then she was finally ‘airtight’ – taking three cocks in all three holes, all at once.
Jerked up and down and back and forth like a rag-doll. Pounded and pistoned and manhandled like a fuck toy. It was exhilarating and exhausting. A once-in-a-lifetime experience she wasn’t sure she’d ever be woman enough to handle again.
But just as she was starting to lose it, Colin announced: “I’m gonna cum!” And suddenly, like workmen taking apart a crane, the three boys hauled themselves off of her.
“Uuungh,” Alyssa’s eyes widened as she felt the cock in her ass pulled out. Colin’s shaft slapped her on the cheek, leaving a wet smear, as the big, black footballer clambered off the bench.
Finally, Alyssa was lifted off of Brad’s thick, throbbing dick and plopped, unceremoniously, on the tiles. She was on her knees; looking up as the three young men arranged themselves in a semi-circle around her.
Gasping for breath, woozy and disorientated, Alyssa could do nothing but kneel there, swaying from side to side.
She looked up and saw Terry and Dave both closing in for close-ups.
This was it, she realized. The famous ‘money shot.’
And the three boys were ready to make their deposit. Jerking their huge cocks, they aimed the swollen shafts and Alyssa’s pretty, cum-smeared face and…
“I’m cumming!”
“Aww, yes!”
“Fuuuck!”
Hot streams of cum spurted from their cocks, splattering Alyssa’s face and tits. It was like being executed by an x-rated firing squad; blast after blast of ropey cum that covered her chin and throat and breasts.
It was hot, wet and sticky. Alyssa moaned in pleasure as she was bathed in it.
For what seemed like forever, Alyssa was plastered in cum… And then the boys were empty, and the hot spurts turned to dribbles.
“Aww, shit,” Colin was grinning, looking down at Alyssa as she swayed from side to side. “Look at you! You’ve covered in the stuff.”
And she was. Naked, sweaty, sticky and trembling, Alyssa was drenched in cum. She’d never felt more disrespectable in her entire life.
And she couldn’t help but giggle.
In fact, she was so carried away with the delicious absurdity of the situation that she barely remembered to say the one line she’d had memorized, for the end of the scene.
As Terry closed in for a final, close-up shot of Alyssa’s cum-covered face, she looked up into the camera as if she was looking up to address the four sexy young men.
“Mmmm,” she licked her lips sluttily. “If you’re willing to sign with my husband, I’m sure we can have a lot more training sessions just like that.”
And that’s when Terry announced: “…and cut!”
* * *
The moment the cameras stopped rolling, Alyssa flopped back onto the tiles, and gasped for breath.
Her whole body ached. She was trembling. Between her legs, she felt like she’d been fucked by a rhinoceros (which perhaps wasn’t that far from the truth.) She’d cum more times than she could remember; and she’d she had a feeling she’d be paying for it the following morning.
“Okay, boys,” Terry was already reviewing the footage on the camera. “Good work. Why don’t you guys grab your clothes and let our leading lady here have some privacy to clean up.”
“Yes sir,” Colin and his friends were already grabbing their t-shirts and jeans. “We’ll meet you outside, right?”
As they left, each of them turned to Alyssa and smiled at her.
“You were amazing, Ma’am,” said Reed.
“Blew my mind,” David grinned.
“Y-you’re beautiful,” Brad said shyly – which, Alyssa considered, was a little ironic given that he’d been buried inside her not five minutes earlier.
Once the boys had left, Dave snapped shut the tripod and headed out; leaving just Terry and Michael there.
“This footage looks incredible, Alyssa,” Terry grinned. “Damn, I don’t think Danielle could have done it any better herself.” He looked up at the beautiful, cum-covered housewife and said: “Once I’ve edited this up? The distributor’s going love it.”
Alyssa wiped a glob of sperm from her lips.
“They’d better,” she snorted.
“Okay,” Terry was already heading to the door. “I’ll leave you to get cleaned up. Meet you outside in a moment.” And then Alyssa was on her own.
Or so she thought.
Clambering to her unsteady feet, Alyssa looked around the empty locker room.
Her dress was a sperm-smeared, tattered rag on the floor. She’d need clothes. And a towel. And a shower.
And then she heard something.
Michael.
Looking up, she saw her husband rising from the bench in the corner. She’d been so wrapped up in everything, and he’d been so quiet, she’d forgotten he was even there.
“Michael!” Alyssa suddenly blushed. She realized she was naked, and covered in the cum of four virtual strangers. “I didn’t… I didn’t see you there.”
She was suddenly gripped with anxiety. How was he going to take this? Having just watched his wife get fucked by four well-hung young studs.
It didn’t look good. Michael was striding menacingly towards her. He looked angry – his face was a mask. For a moment, Alyssa was genuinely worried he was about to it her.
“Oh, God, no! Michael!” She backed away, and covered her face as he angrily grabbed her wrists. And then he pounced.
Alyssa screamed.
Chapter Thirty-One
But he wasn’t attacking her.
Instead, Michael was kissing her.
Alyssa stopped struggling the moment she realized her husband was forcing his mouth on hers; kissing her with passion and excitement she’d never seen before.
His big hands grabbed her arms. He practically lifted her off the ground.
He made out with her, his mouth rough and insistent on hers. Alyssa swooned. It was a kiss like out of those movies; when the hero is so overcome with passion that he practically has to ravish the heroine.
Not that Alyssa was doing any resisting.
With a wet ‘smack’ Michael pulled his mouth away.
“Fuck,” he swore. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Y-you’re not mad?” Alyssa looked up, and saw fire in his eyes. “I-I thought you’d be mad.”
“I was mad,” Michael nodded, pushing her back until she stumbled onto the bench behind her. “I was fucking furious watching those kids maul you like a piece of meat.” And then he kissed her again, painfully hard. “And then the madder I got, the more I realized I had the biggest fucking hard-on of my life.”
Grabbing one of her wrists, Michael wrenched her hand down and pressed it against the front of his pants.
Alyssa’s eyes widened. She could feel his cock bulging beneath the material.
“You looked so fucking sexy,” he told her, as she struggled with his belt buckle. “I didn’t even realize it, but I got so turned on watching you with those other guys.”
And then his cock sprang free, and Michael lay her down on the bench.
“Oh, God, Michael,” Alyssa gasped, as he buried his head between her full breasts. His lips suckled on one of her nipples. “S-stop. I’ve got their cum all over me.”
/> Michael lifted her head. The boy’s sperm was glistening on his lips.
“I don’t care,” he told her, kissing her. “Fuck, I like it.” And then he was reaching between them, to grasp the root of his straining cock. “It turns me on to see you like this. Used. Discarded.”
And then his cock head was pressed against the lips of her freshly-fucked pussy. It took nothing but a thrust of his hips to bury himself inside her.
“Oh, Michael,” Alyssa groaned, as she felt herself stretched and filled deliciously by her husband’s cock. She wrapped her arms around his beefy shoulders. “I’ve never seen you like this before. You’re an animal.”
And he was. He was fucking her with desperate, pounding strokes. In and out, back and forth, making the bench creak in protest.
“Oh, God, you beautiful slut,” he groaned. “You’re a fucking goddess.” And then he kissed her again, so she could taste the cum on his lips.
“Mmmph,” voice muffled by his lips, Alyssa couldn’t even tell him that she was getting close to a mind-numbing fifth orgasm. “Mmmph!”
Their lips parted.
“I’m going to cum in you, you little slut,” Michael grinned.
“Oh, God, yes,” Alyssa begged. “Cum in me. Make me yours again.”
“Fuuuck! Here it cums!”
And then it did. Thrusting as hard as he could into Alyssa’s spasming pussy, Michael’s cock throbbed, and swelled, and burst like a firehose; flooding her with cum.
And the moment she felt herself flooded, Alyssa came too – clinging to him as hard as she could; like he was a rock and she was being swept away by the tidal wave of pleasure.
And then, with a crash, the bench collapsed beneath them.
In a cloud of dust and splinters, Michael and Alyssa lay in a sticky, connected heap.
Michael lifted his head, looking around the dust-filled locker room.
“W-wow,” he muttered. “For the first time in my life, I can honestly say that the earth moved.”
Alyssa giggled.
She wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck and pulled him in for a passionate, loving kiss.
“Come here, you big lug,” she grinned. “And pick me up before I get splinters.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
What would you do for a million dollars?
Alyssa and Michael had already agreed to make a porno movie for it – and that had been edited, printed, distributed and sold within a month.
Just as Terry had told them he would, the distributor had a huge payout waiting for him; and that meant the seven-figure check that Michael and Alyssa had been promised came, and cleared.
But, as it turned out, that wasn’t the end of her getting fucked.
The story of the Davis College quarterbacks making their debut in porn hit all the news channels. Within a day, news vans were camped outside Michael and Alyssa’s house, and reporters were banging on their door demanding to know what the story was.
“Is this your first adult movie, Mrs. Rossi?”
“Are you planning on making any more?”
“What do your family think of this, Mrs. Rossi?”
And that, perhaps, was the worst part.
Alyssa had expected her little foray into adult entertainment would be low-key – kind of like Danielle’s had been. She’d been a popular amateur actress, sure; but her movies hadn’t made her famous enough to be recognized in the street.
Alyssa, on the other hand?
Now that her movie was hitting the Pay-Per-View in hotels and motels across America, and was available late at night on a half-dozen cable stations, there was no getting away from the choices she’d made.
Former friends shunned her at church. Women yanked their husbands away from her in the supermarket. Her kids had to stay out of school for a month, because of the bullying and whispers.
And, worst of all, her parents found out about it.
“Oh my God,” her mother whined, in her Long Island accent. “Why did you do it, honey? Are you on drugs? Did you do it for drugs money? Is it Michael? Is he your pimp?”
Her dad, bless him, didn’t say anything. He just looked at her with that look of deep, deep disappointment normally reserved for her twice-divorced sister.
But the truth be told? Alyssa didn’t give a fuck.
She was over it.
She and Michael had their mortgage paid off, and were looking at a bigger house across town (and a private school for the kids, so they’d never be bullied again.)
There was a new car in the driveway, and a month-long trip to Italy booked for September.
Alyssa used to be the sort of woman who’d be mortified at rumors, and whispers, and hints of scandal.
Now she was embroiled in them? She realized she had nobody to answer to except herself.
And she felt great.
Not only did it feel great to have millions of horny porn-viewing men tell her how sexy she was (there were half a dozen fake Twitter accounts set up for her, and twice as many pages on Facebook) but it also felt good to know those boys had really been into her.
And Michael? He was like an animal now. He was pouncing on her twice a day, like before they were married.
“It turns me on knowing how sexy those guys found you,” he grinned, the second time he dragged her to the bedroom that morning.
All in all, things were good. Better than a hint of scandal could ever spoil.
* * *
Colin, Reed, Brad and David did okay too.
The news stories made a song and dance about how they’d been reduced to shooting porn to pay their legal bills – but a hundred grand each buys a pretty solid legal team. After a four day trial, the game-fixing charges were dropped.
They were kicked out of college, of course – and would never play professional football again. But they were free men, and that might not have happened if it hadn’t been for porn.
Which is why Alyssa shouldn’t have been surprised by the phone call she got a month later.
It was Terry, who was living pretty large on his own million-dollar payout.
“Hey, rich lady,” he purred down the phone. “Wanted to talk to you and your husband and see what you were planning next weekend.”
Alyssa shrugged.
“Some golf. I don’t know. Why?”
“Because the distributor called me. Been some demand for a sequel of that video you made.” He paused. “Obviously now the trial’s over and the boys are out of the news, it’s not going to be such a big deal – won’t pay as much… But still, I thought I’d ask.”
Alyssa looked across the room at Michael, who’d heard most of what had been said.
“I’ll have to ask Michael,” she purred, watching her husband’s eyes flash hungrily. He was already getting off the couch, unbuttoning his jeans. “But you know what?”
She smiled sluttily.
“I’ve got a feeling he’d be as up for that as I am…”
And the next thing Terry heard down the phone line was the sound of kissing, and the rustle of clothes being pulled off…
The End
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