Wife Gets Gangbanged By 4 Men in A Row Till Creampie

Title: The Neighbor’s Wife Gets a Throbbing Welcome Home

It was a sweltering summer evening when the pleasant hum of suburbia took an unexpected turn. The Johnson family, typical residents of Willow Glenn Estates, were blissfully unaware of the lewd events that were about to unfold mere houses away. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow across the quiet road, a nondescript sedan rolled to a stop in front of 43 Maple Drive.

Inside the car sat four men, their faces hidden beneath the shadows cast by their ball caps. They exchanged knowing glances, their anticipation palpable as they emerged from the vehicle, each one more well-built and hungry than the last. They approached the house with the casual confidence of men on a mission, ascending the front steps two at a time.

The door swung open before they could even knock, revealing the stunning visage of diagonally across the street’s wife, Lisa Miller. Her porcelain skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, her chestnut hair falling in loose waves around her face. She wore nothing but a sheer nightgown that clung to her ample curves, the outline of her puckered nipples visible through the thin fabric.

“Hello, boys,” Lisa purred, her ruby lips curled into a seductive smile. “You’re right on time.”

Without further preamble, the men surged forward, their hands roaming her body with a hunger that bordered on feral. They pushed Lisa back into the house, kicking the door shut behind them as they loped toward the bedroom. The dark-haired Adonis at the helm of their pack, 34-year-old Tom, grabbed Lisa’s throat, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss as he walked her backwards.

Lisa moaned into his mouth, her hands fisting in his shirt as he pressed her against the wall. “I’ve been waiting for this,” she gasped, grinding her hips against the thick bulge pressed insistently against her hip.

“Patience, my sweet,” Tom growled, his teeth grazing her jaw as his hands slid down to palm her generous ass. “We’ve got all night to make you ours.”

The other men wasted no time in divesting Lisa of her flimsy gown, the flimsy material tearing like tissue paper as they tore it from her body. Lisa stood before them in all her natural glory, her skin flushed with arousal, her ample breasts heaving with each ragged breath. She cupped her heavy tits, offering them up like a sacrifice to the ravenous-eyed men.

Roark, tall and blond, was the first to fall to his knees, attacking Lisa’s left nipple like a man starved. He sucked and licked at the sensitive bud, his teeth grazing it just shy of pain. His twin brother, Ethan, mimicked his actions on the right, sandwiching Lisa between their devouring mouths as their hands mapped the curves of her body.

Lisa’s slick pussy throbbed dully, aching with the need to be filled. “I want you inside me,” she keened, her head thrown back in pleasure as they lavished attention on her aching breasts. “Fuck me, please.”

Tom gave her a wicked grin, his large hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. “This cunt is ours now,” he snarled possessively, his thick tip prodding her slick folds. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, you’ll forget your own name.”

With a mighty thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in Lisa’s fluttering sheath, his cock reaching depths unseen. Parallel pistons engaged, the trio worked in tandem to drive Lisa wild, their combined assault on her senses tipping her over the edge into oblivion.

“Yes, yes, fucking yes!” Lisa chanted deliriously, one hand flying to her sopping pussy as she rubbed her clit in frantic circles. “Don’t stop, please god, don’t stop fucking me!”

They took her again and again, in every position imaginable. Tom fucked her facing the wall, Ethan took her from behind as she bent over the dresser, Roark split her open and pounded her pussy till she cried. They filled her to the brim with their cocks, over and over, leaving her gaping and dripping.

By the time the night was over, they’d left Lisa a babbling, incoherent wreck, a delicious mess of cum sloppily spilling out of her well-used holes. As they filed out the door, Tom shot her a wink and a dark smile. “Until next time, you filthy little whore,” he purred, zipping up his fly.

Lisa merely sighed blissfully, her fingers stroking her own cum-slicked folds as she watched them go. She knew she would never be the same. She’d been claimed, body and soul, by the men of Maple Drive. And she couldn’t wait for the next round.