As she gasps for breath Greg pulls out of her and stands, climbing out of the shower first so he can dry off. Jin's hands roam over her breasts as they wait, his thick fingers squeezing and massaging her wet skin. Once dry, Greg helps them out of the shower, Jin staying true to Michael's rule and keeping his still-hard cock buried inside Lianne the entire time. The man holds her in his arms to keep her upright, her legs wobbling slightly upon her feet touching the floor, still recovering from the intensity of her orgasm. After Greg dries her hair, legs and chest with a towel he stuffs his dick back into her pussy so that Jin can pull out and dry off her back. It was past 11 by the time this entire shower procedure ended, and as Greg carries her out into the hallway and down the stairs she can smell brunch cooking.
It wasn't ready yet when she and the two men she had been with joined the others, and so she spent the next few minutes getting passed around from man to man as they all gave her a good morning greeting. When the food is finally ready she is carried over to the table and sat down in the same chair she had occupied the previous day. As her food is set down in front of her she feels gladder than she ever has been before to see a good breakfast. Not only did it look delicious, but it also meant that for the short time while everyone was eating she didn't have a cock thrusting inside her and was able to relax and converse with them, several she hadn't seen for some time prior to yesterday.
Naturally this couldn't last, and when she finished up her last bite, set her fork down, and emptied her glass of juice she was immediately lifted up and carried back into the living room. They set her down on the floor, on top of some cushions the men had laid out before she came down this morning. The men then proceed to fuck her one at a time, each one pistoning into her tight pussy. Some pull out before they finish and some fill her up with their thick loads, but every time one slips out of her another pushes in a second later.
Her body shakes and trembles, cumming again and again as the endless train continues. Her breasts bounce above her, occasionally one of the men coming over to give them a good squeeze and massage, tweaking her nipples gently. Sometimes one straddles her chest and spends some time thrusting his huge cock between them, and even as massive as the array of dicks available to her are, their thick shafts are still fully engulfed by her deep cleavage. All of them knew how sensitive she was in that area and enjoyed hearing her heightened cries of arousal at their ministrations.
Around two hours past when brunch had ended, though she had long since lost track of the time herself, the men changed her position again. She is lifted up and lowered onto a man already laying on the couch, his dick sliding easily into her pussy. Another comes up behind her to push into her ass, and the two men start right into it as they begin bouncing her between them.
If the guys had any sort of order they were going in Lianne couldn't tell. One minute Ralph was under her bouncing her on her lap, the next he had been replaced by Jonathan, the young man happily playing with her breasts while he thrust upwards. Just as she had gotten used to her husband's distinctly massive cock slamming into her ass he would pull out and Vincent's smaller but no less stimulating length would take its place.
This continues well into the early evening, her position occasionally changing but the men never letting up in their relentless pursuit of giving her as many orgasms as they were able. From her perspective they were succeeding magnificently. Her throat is slightly hoarse from all the moaning she was doing and her legs are numb, sweat coating her body. They had given her a short break to use the restroom, but as she was washing her hands they opened the door and proceeded to continue fucking her right there on the tiled floor.
She is still there when her husband calls everyone for dinner, the cool tiles under her back having long since warmed up from her body heat. The man inside her wraps his arms around her back and lifts her up, still bouncing her on his cock as he carries her back to the dining room. She is slightly more subdued during dinner than she had been during brunch, having just been fucked almost nonstop during that stretch between meals, a period of time nearly as long as the entirety of all the sex she had had yesterday. If the men notice this they give no sign, and once again as soon as she finishes she finds herself lifted up and carried, this time upstairs.
Apparently the men wanted to break in the beds they were staying on, and so for the next four hours she is fucked on bed after bed, mattress after mattress, the men going one, two, or three at a time and not seeming to care whose bed or mattress they were fucking her on. After having done almost two and a half circuits of the sleeping arrangements she ends up in the room Jin and Greg are sharing, though it was currently Steve on top of her and plowing as hard as he could into her well-used pussy. He lets out a happy grunt as he cums, holding himself deep inside her, his cock throbbing as he unloads. The man had quite lost track of how many times this made today, but he knew that the gorgeous woman below him would always manage to encourage one more. That had to be part of the reason they had all lasted this long, at least. After giving a gentle sigh he pulls out of her and slips off the bed, Greg climbing up after.
Just before he pushes his length inside her, however, a hand grips his arm and he looks over to see Michel standing by him and shaking his head. When her husband nods towards her Greg looks up to her face and nods as well, letting out a heavy sigh. "Ah well. Thought i'd get one last go in before this happened. There's always tomorrow, though." Lianne had passed out sometime during Steve's last session with her, her chest rising and falling slowly with each breath as she sleeps deeply, a wide smile on her face. Her skin is completely coated with the men's cum, on her legs, stomach, breasts, arms, and face. Thick cum spills from her pussy and ass and her inner thighs are completely soaked in her juices.
Michael and a couple of the others grin down as they look over this sight, enjoying their handiwork. They figure they shouldn't leave her like this, however, so they carry her back to her bedroom and into the bathroom, wetting some towels and wiping her clean then drying her off. During this entire process she remains unconscious, though she lets out occasional soft moans as they clean her chest and between her legs. Once they finish she is returned to her bed and the covers pulled over her. Her husband is the last to leave and as he turns off the light he glances at the clock on the bedside table. 10:39. This meant that not counting breaks she had enjoyed over 11 hours of fucking that day. "That's my girl." He whispers with a wide smile. "Rest up, tomorrow's another busy day." He then shuts the door and heads downstairs to share a celebratory drink with his buddies, leaving his wife slumbering comfortably upstairs.