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Gangbang Creampie Fuckfest: A Thousand-Dicked Delirium

The bedroom door swings open, revealing a sight that would make even the most seasoned pornographer raise an eyebrow. There, splayed out on the king-sized bed like a smorgasbord of flesh, is Cathy, the matronly MILF extraordinaire. Her ample bosom heaves with anticipation, her nipples already stiff peaks beneath a lacy red bra. A thong that barely covers her pussy and a garter belt complete the ensemble, showcasing her thick thighs and the curvy, almost matronly figure that has driven countless husbands to stray.

Around her, a horde of men, young and old, black and white, lean and muscular, begin to disrobe. Penises of all shapes and sizes emerge from pants, some already hard and glistening, others requiring a few tugs to reach their full glory. Cathy licks her lips, eyeing the procession like a cat about to devour a canary.

The first man, a strapping young buck with a face full of stubble and a dick to match, straddles Cathy’s chest and grabs her tits. He squeezes them together, creating a cleavage that he can breed like a beast, sliding his hard cock between the pillowy mounds. Cathy moans, arching her back in approval as the man begins to fuck her tits, a drool of spit mixing with precum dribbling down her chest.

Another man, older and well-built, takes up position between her legs. He yanks off her thong, exposing the glistening pink folds of her mature pussy. She’s shaved bare, every swelling lip and crack visible, a canvas for him to paint. He rubs the tip of his cock over her clit, making her shudder and clench her hands into the sheets.

Cathy’s mouth is quickly filled by a thick BBC – the largest of the bunch, a veritable ebony rebar of manhood stretching her lips obscenely. She gags and drools around the girth, tears welling up in her eyes as he begins to face fuck her, his heavy balls slapping against her chin.

The fuckfest is in full swing now. More men are stroking their cocks, waiting their turn to dump their loads in or on Cathy. The entire scene is a sea of tanned and tan, oiled and un, fit and flabby flesh. Porn starring the humble homemaker is now the wholesale fetish of a dozen dicks intent on grunting, groaning, and painting her in their spunk.

Penetrations start coming quick and frequent. Older cocks ram into her asshole from behind, plunging through the puckered ring of muscle. Younger cocks seek out the squelchy heat of her cunt, pumping in and out like pistons. The BBC remains at her lips, content to make her choke on its sheer mass for now.

Cathy is cumming. Over and over. Her eyes roll back, tongue lolling from her throat as she is split and stretched, womb and colon churning with the rigorous see-saw of demanding erections. There’s no more room for rational thought, no you to consider. The only thing that matters is being pounded into oblivion by a gang of raving, rutting, cum-hungry perverts. It’s obvious why she dressed up in that slutty getup beforehand. This is the sinful, secret side of herself unleashed, a fantasy too dark and base to be shared with a vanilla husband.

She’s creamed. Her womb is flooded first, a torrent of hot cum filling her belly from the first load alone. Not content to end there, cocks are pulled out and angulate their trajectory. Jizz is fired into her eyes, across her cheeks and tits, down her chin and throat, in her hair. She’s painted, coated in a lattice of splash white, her face and cleavage an artist’s palette for cocksmen to mindlessly decorate.

As their ejections come in waves of orgasm, Cathy finally bucks free of the cock at her mouth – only to have it replaced by the gush of a warm spunk, spurting from tip and immediately spraying all over her features. She gasps and coughs, sputtering incorrectly and in so doing sprayed in the face again and again, motivation enough for the jets to keep coming.

The last volleys come from odd angles – a dab on her earlobe from someone grinning lecherously overhead, a splatter on the tip of her nose from someone kneeling on all fours against the bed, another expelling rope after rope across the folding bridge of her tits from someone standing over her and taking aim. The grand conclusion is a unified, maybe preplanned ejaculation where half a dozen cocks at once pointBLAM their loads at her squirming form, jetting cream from every angle, dousing her, plastering her, making her melt where she lays, sunk in the glue of sperm and marveling at the fact that her breasts are rendered slick and shiny so the steady drips could just slip right off them.

When it’s over, the men are spent, their erections finally wilted. Semi-flaccid cocks peer out from between their fingers as they scroll past Cathy’s prone form, admiring her work. She lays there, glassy-eyed and covered head to toe in sticky spunk, her legs still quaking from withdrawals and her hair plastered against her head in natural hairspray.

Cathy, in the best way possible, is utterly ruined. Face-fucked into oblivion, her holes and even her cleavage farting warm ejaculate. All she can manage between panting breaths is a weak, dazed thumbs up. Mission accomplished.