Anna lay on the bed. Tired and sore. A delicious soreness. The kind that came from being fucked by glorious cocks that made her orgasm endlessly when inside her.
She rolled over and looked down at her body. Dried cum covered her tits and she smiled. The boys had treated her VERY well last night.
Derek walked in with a cup of coffee. Wearing nothing but a smile. "Good morning slut."
"Mmmm, good morning baby." Her sweet baby boy. Her own flesh and blood she'd brought into this world. Now her lover and master. She admired his wonderful physique as he sat down on the bed.
"I've got a test this morning. Otherwise I'd stick around. But Mark and Ryan don't have classes till later. I'm sure they'll take good care of you."
She rolled onto her stomach and arched her back slightly. Pushing her toned ass into the air for his enjoyment. "I'm looking forward to it."
He groaned with abstinence knowing that without good grades, his freeuse mother was off limits. He settled for a firm slap on her backside before strolling out the door.
She struggled to stand. But she managed. Sipping her coffee as she waddled down the stairs.
She was naked. But then, she was always naked. She hadn't worn clothes in weeks. Not since she first arrived at the frat house and become their freeuse frat mother.
Shaggy was sitting at the table in the kitchen with Isaiah. Her burly, strong Isaiah. Frat president.
Shaggy was sulking. He'd decided to drink rather than study and ended up failing a test. And true to their word, there was no touching the freeuse mother without taking care of school first. She encouraged their success and discouraged their demise. Shaggy eyed her with a hunger and started to leave. But Isaiah pulled him back down.
"You know the rules. Fail a test, lose your privileges. Own it. Maybe you'll be smarter in the future."
Anna leaned on his shoulder and stroked his blonde hair that gave him his namesake. "Don't worry, baby. You'll make it up and I'll be all yours again. Her perky breasts were against his shoulder and the tent in his shorts just might split them in half. But her words put him at ease.
"I'm trying! I have a make up test today. Some extra credit. I'll get it back." She kissed his cheek and stopped tormenting him. Moving away to the fridge.
Isaiah pat Shaggy on the back. "We'll have a special party for you when you're back at it, brother."
Isaiah stood and pressed his cock against Anna. He towered over her. But the length of his massive member took up half her spine to the top of her ass. She moaned as she leaned back into him. He reached his hands around and caressed her bruised nipples. She gasped at his touch but he didn't stop.
He flipped her around and lifted her with ease onto the kitchen counter. She spread her legs like the good slut she was. And he rewarded her with his huge cock. He pushed slowly at first. Making her feel every inch push deep inside her. Then he began to thrust quickly. He had classes this morning. And he had to make quick work of her.
She winced at the soreness but reveled in the pleasure of being taken whenever these boys pleased. She was their matriarch. But also their sex toy. She loved the combination! She'd never felt more complete.
Isaiah hooked his arms under her thighs and lifted her off the counter. Bouncing her with ease up and down on the length of him. Her wet pussy clung to him as if her life depended on it. She draped herself over his shoulder and clawed his back as he dropped her over and over again into his dick. She moaned louder the closer she came to climax. Until finally she let out a howl of ecstasy as her pussy quivered in orgasm. He groaned and shuddered as his own seed filled her. She craved that feeling of warmth as his cum filled her inside.
He set her back on the counter and she slumped against the wall. God, she loved being fucked all the time! He smiled at her and winked as he pulled his shorts back up and walked out the door.
Mark and Ryan made their way into the kitchen to see her cum dripping pussy splayed on the counter. Ryan laughed.
"Guess you got an early start! Don't worry. We can pick up where he left off." She had no moment to say a word. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. Mark and Ryan were top of their class. And that meant her ass was all theirs.
And fuck she loved it!
Mark scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder. Giving her bare cheek a firm slap as he headed for the living room. Ryan followed with drinks. She laughed the whole way as they teased her.
"She can't even walk and we're gonna fuck her again? Some people might say we're heartless."
"Don't you boys dare take it easy on me."
Her words stiffened their cocks quicker than a viagra pill. Mark twisted as he sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap. His hard cock met her pussy lips and was quickly swallowed.
"God, how does she get fucked 24/7 and stay so tight?!"
Anna giggled at his admiration. She loved these boys. Her boys that took such good care of her. They earned this with their success.
Mark leaned back and she leaned with him. Instinctively tilting her ass for Ryan. Who knelt on the edge of the couch and spread her cheeks. Revealing her ass that was about to be filled. Ryan pressed his tip to her asshole. She'd learned to relax just right so he could enter with ease. But there was nothing that compared to the sensation of a thick cock entering her ass as another held her tight in her pussy.
She moaned and squirmed uncontrollably. But they held her in place. She wasn't going anywhere. It didn't take long for them to find the rhythm she loved. One pressing in as the other pulled out, and switch. The piston of her pussy and ass never failed to make her scream in absolute ecstasy. She howled as they rode her. She shuddered and shook as the first of many orgasms overtook her. And they relentlessly pounded her until it was a blur, one after another after another.
Finally she felt them stiffen, almost in sync. First Mark unloaded in her pussy. Then Ryan followed suit in her ass. She loved it! Their warm cum deep inside her. Her trophy of their pleasure.
"Such a good slut." Mark panted into her tits.
