DP, of course!

Ronnie snaked his hand beneath Candy as he fucked her harder and harder. "Well son, what'll I do?" Ole Man Porter asked again.

Just a second you old fuck!" Ronnie hissed. He felt along the base of her spine with one finger, tracing it delicately as his massive cock hammered into her unconscious cunt. Finally, his finger dipped, and he felt an intense warmth. Ronnie stopped his rapidfire fucking, his cock buried deep inside her, and he started to press a finger into her ass...

Candy shifted in her dream. A warm, unwelcome catapillar was sliding into her. She looked back at it. It had red hair and sharp, sharp fangs. Candy turned away from it. "you are just a dream..." she thought. "just a dream..."

Ronnie was knuckle deep in her ass, pumping furiously. He nearly tossed her off of himself. "Okay Porter. Get below her. I have an idea..." he said. Ole man Porter swayed, took a swig, and hauled her on top of himself. Ronnie filmed it as his stuffed his massive cock back into her. He licked his finger, tasting her ass. "Damn, even this tastes like cheap booze..." he said for the camera, and shoved his finger back into her anus.

Candy didn't stir. In her dream, the catepillar was larger, angrier. She squirmed a bit on Ronnie's finger as Ole Man Porter slamfucked her from below over and over and over. Nothing more. Ronnie had seen enough. He hauled himself forward, and leveled his cockhead on her shaking asshole. "Candylane Express..." he said to himself, and pressed it in...

Candy stirred, just slightly. She was very drunk, and apparently moving. She moved her head from side to side, slurring her husband's name very, very badly. She just wished this earthquake would stop; and she was still again...

Ronnie slid his cock into her ass, inch by inch as she moaned and writhed. Ole Man Porter was fucking her so hard and fast that Ronnie had to hold her hips still so he could force his cock into her. Finally after nearly 5 minutes of work they were both fucking her in turn, slamming hard throbbing cock in cunt and ass and back and forth under the pale moonlight. Candy bounced and groaned and whorishly fucked them back as poor, fat, redheaded Ronnie took her ass and Ole Man Porter hammered her pussy; all on video.

Finally, Ronnie heard the old man start to breath heavy. "Cum in her mouth." he grunted.

"W..Wha..." the old man said. Ronnie gasped. He was close too.

"Cum in her mouth! It'll look better!" he said through gritted teeth. He felt the old man's pressure leave her cervix. He looked up to see him straddling her face, forcing his sex glazed cock into her mouth as Ronnie fucked her ass. "Should I cum i her pussy or ass?" Ronnie thought as he rammed her unconscious hips down on his throbbing cock, forcing it all the way in her ass. He looked at her unconscious face, silently biting his lower lip. "Hell, why not both?"

Ronnie stroked her back with his hand, and grinned as he saw the old man start to cum. Candy was gurgling and coughing. "Pull out, you don't want to kill her!" he yelled at the old drunk. When he pulled back, his long and twitching dick was erupting all over her young, smooth face. Cum ran from her slightly parted lips as Ronnie fucked her harder, making the cum shake and run as the old man lifted her shoulders and covered her heaving breasts as well. Rope after rope ran down her silky skin. "Damn Porter!" Ronnie said, chuckling through his own grunting.

"Aint came in nearly 4 years!" the old man said, staggering backwards. Ronnie held her hips tightly, and pulled her back onto dick hard, feeling the pressure well up as her soft round ass tickled his red pubic hair. She was still moaning lowly and writhing facedown, smearing the old man's cum all over the kitchen floor with her bouncing body. Ronnie flipped her over so he look into her cum-covered face. He lifted her legs up and pinned them to her chest, exposing her now gaping asshole and quivering, glistening wet pussy.

Ronnie filmed it while while he jerked himself hard, his big, uncircumcised member twitching. He could only imagine the look on her face when she watched the video the next day. He imagined the shame, the disgrace.

"Too good for the park, eh?" he said, breathing heavily as he felt his balls tighten. "We'll see about that!" he bellowed, and sprayed his cum all over her dripping wet sex and now pink asshole. He giggled as his thick cum dripped down her smooth skin. The old man was looking through her cabinets, and found a box of cereal that he was now eating handfuls of.

"And that's a wrap, folks!" he said for the camera, and shut it off. He stood, pulled his pants up, and assessed the situation. She was covered in jism and as far as he knew no one else but the old man knew what had happened. Ronnie didn't know why he did it, but he smacked her cheek hard. "Wake up!" he said, and quickly bolted out of the screen door; leaving the old man to take the heat.

Candy's eyes shot open. She looked over to her left. Ole Man Porter was pantsless and eating her Capt Crunch. She felt lukewarm cum dripping from her mouth, and covering her abused holes.

"What...what did you do to me?" she asked, holding her throbbing head in her hands as she drew her legs up under her. The old man looked back and scoffed.

"I did what you asked me too when you drank all my booze. I came into your trailer and fucked the shit out of you." Candy winced at the admission, and sighed. Her pussy was still spasming. She knew she had this fantasy for a long time, and apparently she was just drunk enough tonight to ask the old man to do it. She'd always been deeply embarrassed about it; and hadn't told anyone about it before. She wondered if that's why she drank so much...

"Oh shit! Billy-Steve!" she said. Her husband would be home any minute. "Porter, get out of here! I have to get cleaned up!" she said, slipping on the cum on the kitchen floor as she tried to get up. She was amazed at how much cum he had. Her chest was pounding as she scurried up.

The old man stood, naked and sweaty. She was only a little girl when she heard the rumors from her aunt about what he'd been packing in those stained camo pants. Now she saw his massive cock, and knew all those rumors were not only true, but fell short of reality! As he was getting dressed, he blushed badly, and asked "What...what happened tonight?"

"Well, you dropped by, as usual, and drank; again as usual. You grabbed a bottle of 100 proof instead of 80. I give you some rubbin's as usual. Next thing I know, you are tellin' me rumor has it I had a real big dick. I showed it to you, and you told me your door'd be unlocked later. Well, it was." Porter pulled his shirt back on, smiled, and pushed open the trailer door.

Candy stumbled to the shower, and only then saw how covered in cum her face and neck were. She felt it ooze down her legs. Her ass was throbbing. Her pussy still pulsing. She slid the door open, and turned on the water. "He...he fucked me in every..." she said, a shudder of excitement running through her. She scooped his cum from her neck and sucked her finger clean with a smile.

She was scrubbing the cum from her hair when she heard the door open. It was Billie-Steve. She still had a wicked smile on her face when he opened the bathroom door to see her naked, luscious body in the shower. She smiled at him as he leaned in for a kiss.

His eyes shot open as the salty fluid hit his tongue. He reeled back, spitting. "We are getting a divorce, you cheating son of a bitch!" Candy said, and slammed the door to the shower closed. She smiled wide when she heard him throwing up in the toilet.