It had been a long time since Valerie had been the center of attention.
That wasn't to say that there was a shortage of it in recent years. The opposite was much closer to the truth. Certainly, her experience of growing into middle-age had been different from her girlfriends, who had all seamlessly transitioned from young women, annoyed by the advances of strange men, to...less younger women, now annoyed by the indifference of the opposite sex.
However, it had been quite some time since Valerie had felt as though she radiated sex appeal. More than mere attention - deeper than attraction - the room she was in had become a steaming, pungent den of raw lust and barely-restrained sexuality. And she was in the middle of it.
She was the cause of it.
The feeling, just like all those years ago: those first videos, shot in motel rooms off the side of the highway. Or a rented house, whose owners had no idea that they had funded their vacation, at least in part, by providing a location for Valerie, then a young twenty-something, to begin her career as a porn diva.
Hands moved over her body, touching her neck and shoulder. They were gentle through restraint. If the boys were only more confident, their fingers would have left her skin marked and discolored. The bruises would have shown a map of all the places they had ever wished to touch her, now realized.
Perhaps, she shared a similar guilt as she touched Daniel's arm and felt the bulging muscle underneath. His toned, athlete's body gave off a startling amount of heat. It was a primale, invigorating warmth that crept up her fingertips as though his teenage lust infected her, robbing Valerie of her sense as she palmed his tricep and pulled him closer.
Her other hand had already slid down the waist of Gary's pants. He always wore them slack. How many times had she scolded him? She had told him, so many times, to remember that he needed to wear a belt. Now, her hand was buried up to the forearm in his trousers. Unapologetically, she groped him. Like a perverted older woman in a bar, those who pretend to be much more drunk than they were to take advantage of men's willingness to be touched, she felt around the inside of Gary's thigh.
The loose boxers he wore allowed his stiff cock to grow down the leg and, God, she could tell it was thick. The thought alone made her clench.
Those hands now, young and strong, were at her backside. Valerie swam in the attention - the validation - they peeled her apart. She could feel Riley's clumsy attempts to insert himself into her cunt. That plump, fleshy hole that had experienced scores of cock throughout her career, now grown comfortable with her husband's size and shape.
Yes, she adored her husband. And Valerie was never the type to prioritize the size of a man's member when measuring his worth as a lover. But she couldn't ignore that Riley had a cannon of a cock, and from what she could feel, Gary didn't measure up too poorly either.
"Hold on," she cooed as she pressed her hindquarters against Riley's hips. His cock slid past her sex, skin gliding on skin, as she shifted her weight from side to side and planted his steel between her plump cheeks. "Mama's going to have to take her time," she whispered, hand moving between her legs, "and have a nice stretch."
Her fingers wrapped around Riley's girth. She held him at the base, feeling his stiffness and comparing it to Gary's. Daniel, now left without Valerie's attention, sought after her breasts. His large hands, more accustomed to grabbing a football, now used the power of his fingers to sink into the supple mounds on her bosom.
Like Riley, he was clumsy. He squeezed Valerie's chest, practically kneading her breasts while ignoring the stiff nipples. He moved from the far breast to the one closer to him, while Valerie raised her hips slightly to guide Riley home.
"That's it," she said, speaking to both boys as the cockhead pierced her opening.
She relaxed. But it wasn't enough. Riley's bulbous tip caught on the tightness of her entrance. Not at all intimidated, Valerie pressed her hips onto it while welcoming the boy's prick into her hole. She was rewarded by the sound of his whimper as his cock felt the warm, sticky flesh of her cunt.
All the way down she sank, taking him deep. She swallowed the cock between her lower lips until she could kiss the untamed pubic hair at his crotch with her asshole. Back arched, she rolled her hips slowly. Her gyration was deliberately torturous. She wanted Riley to squirm. To squeal. And that he did, as Valerie clenched tight and gripped his prick before relaxing again.
Had Riley not just cum, he would have already done so. His two friends being so close, and the third witness to their own mother servicing his cock, barely registered as all of his mental faculties went toward savoring the experience. "Oh," he groaned. "Oh my...fuck..."
"That's what I like to hear," Valerie teased.
She continued to torment Riley and, at the same time, her hand covered the back of Daniel's. He needed guidance, and she was happy to offer it as she coaxed his thumb over her sensitive nipple. She was barely able to do so before she heard the sound of Gary's zipper coming undone.
Daniel sank to one knee beside Riley's bent leg. Valerie moaned as she gripped the cock inside her once more, and as she felt Daniel take her nipple into his mouth. She was careful with her movements now, cradling his head while drawing him into an embrace.
Scant attention she could pay towards him, as she felt meaty flesh against her turned cheek.
Gary now seemed eager for attention. And his ebony rod wasn't at all shy about the fact. It was long and thick. His pants and drawers had been dropped to between his mid-thigh and his knees, revealing a set of heavy stones that hung low. The short, curly hairs that nested the base of his shaft weren't as wild as Riley's, leaving much more of his organ to the eye, but Valerie was enraptured by the smell.
Slimy, clear precum was already flowing freely from Gary. It gave his cock an earthy aroma and, pressed so closely to Valerie's face, she couldn't help but suck on her second cock of the day.
****
Valerie was no stranger to multitasking, and the air in the room grew hot and heavy as the four bodies worked each other into a frenzy of sex and lust.
Riley's hips jerked upwards out of pure instinct as his monkey brain told him to thrust into the slick crevice between Valerie's legs. Unfortunately, he wasn't strong enough at the core to unseat the experienced dick rider, and Valerie arched her back as she gyrated atop his hips.
The crown of Gary's cock slid past her lips as her tongue darted outward. It had been years - almost two decades, perhaps - since she last held or tasted an ebony cock, and she was hoping to savor the experience.
