Huge gangbangs with over 50 men fucking the sluts at one go
Title: “Over 50 Bucked and Banged: A Behind-the-Scenes Bukkake Orgy Spectacle”
The cameras rolled as the first few men, their faces hidden behind masks, eagerly wrapped their veiny cocks inside latex before eagerly gathering around one of the two sprawling warm-up rooms where the women had been positioned: stage left was Roxanne, a voluptuous MILF with fake tits that defied gravity beneath her stretch thin tight shirt; sprawled on a lounger to her right was Bella, Roxanne’s nubile 18-year-old stepsister, barely 5-feet tall with a rail-thin figure and perky breasts. While the two could not be more opposite one another, both were clearly well-versed in group sex procurement and gleefully grinded and massaged their pussies through matched pink thongs awaiting instructions.
“Lights, camera, action!” the male director called, signaling bench warmers to take the kneeling position between the women’s spread legs, bobbing their masked heads and pumping their hands until the sounds of sloppy sucking overwhelmed the room. A trained puppy-dog wearing nothing but a collar and leash brought a steaming glass of bubbly and a straw to keep Bella wet. She sucked down the cup, grinding her petite hips, and switched the straw to Roxanne’s mouth. “On three,” the director called out, “we cumtrol thrust until picturesque.”
The men erupted from their positions, throwing back the crotches of their jeans to free cocks already leaking ropes of pre-cum. Some turned and turned directly on Roxanne but she impatiently slapped their hands away for going too quickly. She stood, marched over to grab the three youngest-looking men near the center and instructed them to form a human pyramid. Others used the space underneath Roxanne to prod fingers and tongues in her asshole while she rode one lucky guy’s pulsating cock in her hairy, dripping cunt. Bella’s tongue snuck out from behind the shoulder of a man stroking in front of her face – she pointed it at some guy’s dick aimed right above and he used it as a dick rest between slurps.
“I’ll give it her harder,” one of Roxanne’s face fucker’s growled as his partner’s milk freckled drops onto her pillowy breasts. At the sound of this, Roxanne let out an over-worked sigh. “Sure babe, but can you take the pressure off my legs? I’ve been running on the treadmill all day.” The men groaned but rearranged their positions so she could sit on their laps and ride and graze over their erect penises. Bella meanwhile was the focus of the gangbang drill team, lined up and ready to descend. They began to hummp, gradually cascading the steps of the pyramid as they pummeled their pussies.
“Free country, free pussy,” some of the men chanted, echoing several girls’ screams as orgy participants funneled cum from their deep fucked claws into waiting mouths. Roxanne reset by moving so she could have titty-fuckers on each side and alternated between sucking off each cock like a lollipop. Her discrepancy of powerful sonic booms approached from the top of her pyramid and she prepared to accept their release. Bella’s ass was in their hands; they nudged her onto it, top and bottom settling there while the others of the crew teamed up to face-fuck her willing throat with tandem thick dicks.
Meanwhile, Roxanne was in the throes of her own pyrotechnic blast – just as she had begun multitasking two heaping dicks in each of her hands, Catalina, the Director’s very own heartwarming surprise, had snuck in wearing a hoody stretched over her gargantuan, pendulous tits and pants that stopped at her pussy. “Can’t keep the fuck off of Catalina!” she declared to the room as she whipped out her cock and started pounding Roxanne’s tight asshole from below. “Wha…” Roxanne began before she was back under the penis pile up – and so was everyone else!
“Wrap up, wrap up!” The director called out, snapping of photos reached a fever pitch on film, giving rise to finale, cum splatters on hairless bodies and facials. When it was all over, Roxanne and Bella were left drenched, streaky with sweat and semen, covered in cum, using each other’s bodies as a pillow. Catalina patted them on the back as she gathered her things before heading out the back door fresh as a daisy and into the van once more for her next scene.
As the cool mist of the rains fell heavily outside the window, Roxanne sparked up a filtered cigarette before grabbing a robe. She exhaled a deep breath, contemplative of the gargantuan intravenous rush (and flashing of her flower) that had just transpired. Well, she thought, with a certain degree of wicked glee, it’s a living…and a ride on a cock in time for the next scene shoot.
