"Cum!" she gurgled on Roger's cock-knob.

He plunged in and she gagged.

Then, as he whipped back out and his cockhead flared in her lips, she squealed, "Both of you, cum in me, fill my cunt, baby! Hose my throat, darling!"

Her passionate pleas enhanced the action. Roger and Tony, neighbors and co-workers and friends, both surged to the creamy crest together.

Tony shot jizz jets up her fuckhole and Roger pumped spunk into her mouth. Spurt by spurt, in perfect harmony, they filled her with fuck-juice.

Her cunt milked Tony dry, her mouth sucked the dregs from Roger and she swallowed it all.

Drained, they withdrew, grinning.

They supposed that their services would be no longer required and that Tom, who had a really incredible hard-on by this time, would take over.

Maybe Wanda thought that, too, because she turned her face toward him and raised her eyebrows.

But he gave her a slight shake of his head – some secret sign that was significant to her.

She turned back to Roger and Tony, smiling with her spunk-drenched lips.

"Why don't you trade places?" she said.

They were both virile guys far from home. Their cocks had only softened slightly after they had shot their simultaneous wads, and now the offer to switch sex sockets in this ravishing redhead inspired them.

Their cocks jumped up like shock absorbers and their slack balls began to fill up again.

Roger jumped up and fucked his prick into her cunt and Tony knelt beside her head and began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth.

It took a bit longer this second time, but her body was still a milking marvel and, soon enough, Roger was pouring cum into her cunt and Tony was spraying his slime heavily into her mouth and down her gullet.

She drained them to the last drops.