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Until a couple of years ago my wife, Amy, and I both worked for the police. More specifically, she was with the vice squad and I worked in fraud. So each day we would go in together, team up with our respective partners and do our days work until it was time to go home – same as most jobs, just not your usual employer.



From time to time, if a big bust was going down, we both understood that the other would have to go incognito and may be away for sometimes days and other times weeks until the job was done, so it wasn’t unusual when Amy told me that the Chief had asked her to go undercover to infiltrate an organised crime syndicate and gather enough evidence to bring a prosecution into place.



I knew better than to ask her any details of the investigation, but wasn’t surprised that she’d been selected having proved on many previous jobs that she was the best in the department at this kind of work. One of the reasons for this was that Amy looked stunning and guys that should know better kept falling for her. At 37, she looked ten years younger and had a figure – 35C 26 36 -that should have graced the pages of a glossy magazine rather than being covered in police issue uniform.



After 15 years of marriage she had kept better than I had at 39 and despite the fact that I was still blown away with her looks, we had settled into a fairly mundane routine of work and weekends and were guilty as other married couples of taking each other for granted.



Anyway, Amy went off undercover and I got on with my job, but you know how it is when you get the feeling that things aint right, but can’t put your finger on it. Usually, she’d be able to give me some idea about what she was expected to do, but this time she seemed particularly close lipped about it. I put it down to me misreading the situation, but something kept gnawing away at me – like she was going to have to do something that she knew I wouldn’t like.



I was on a day off when, after eight days, Amy came home – briefly – “Look honey, I can’t stop. I’m right in the middle of this thing and it’s big, but I gotta get me some more clothes seeing as it’s likely that I’ll be gone longer than I thought”.



She looked animated and excited like I hadn’t seen for a long time – and I didn’t get the feeling it was anything to do with seeing me. I watched her as she ran up the stairs and within 5 minutes she was back again, suitcase in hand making for the door.



“Hey, hey!”, I called ” What about a kiss for your old man?” and she darted over, pecked me on the cheek and ran out to the unmarked car parked out front. The speed of her visit and her indifference towards me got me thinking and while I tried to put it down to the pressure of the op they were on, something kept niggling……………………



I went upstairs and started to look around. What had Amy taken with her? I felt guilty as I began checking through her wardrobe, but I’m a cop and know when things aren’t how they should be. As I searched I made a mental inventory of what I knew she had taken and that was when I started to get concerned. Amy didn’t have a lot in the way of sexy lingerie, but every piece of what I would call her better items were missing – lacy panties, low cut bras, hold-up stockings….all gone! I checked her hanging rails and her high heels, cropped shorts, mini skirts, vest tops and sheer, see-through tops were all missing.



My heart was pounding and I could feel the blood pumping through my neck and head fuelled by the suspicion of exactly what sort of mission she was on. Reluctantly, I went over to the wash basket and, having moved all the clothes she had put on top, I found what I had feared – several pairs of Amy’s panties were screwed up and pushed to the bottom.



I picked up the first pair and unscrewed them and saw on the gusset the recognisable stain of dried semen. As I worked my way through her underwear every pair showed the same until I finally got to the last item which was Amy’s favorite g-string. The sides showed evidence of having been ripped off and the gusset was still damp – in fact it was wet and as I put it to my nose I could smell the unmistakeable scent of male spunk in my wife’s underclothes.



I sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and tried to gather my thoughts. What the hell was going on? Now in a normal marriage the husband would challenge the wife on something like this, but in our case Amy was on special ops and I had no idea of knowing when she’d be back. I also knew that I couldn’t go asking around at the department or do anything which could compromise the safety of Amy or any other colleagues involved.



I spent a restless night tossing and turning in our bed and though I tried to push them away I had images of Amy being fucked running through my head. I felt jealous that another man was taking pleasure from my wife’s body and the thoughts of her doing it with someone else and cumming on them, made me hard as I pictured her naked, riding another mans cock.



When I woke up I had formulated a plan to find out what was going on. I knew her log-on ID for the department computer and it didn’t take me long to discover her password written on a slip of paper and tucked behind her police badge which was always left at home on uncover ops.



I went into work as normal and, on the pretext of wanting to do some additional work at home, I signed out a laptop which was set to sign on to the police network when it was fired up.



That evening I set about discovering my wife’s secret. I logged in and checked the schedule which detailed the assignment of each officer in the precinct. Amy was on something called Operation Showdown and what hit me first was the small number of officers assigned. This normally only happened when there was a suspicion that one of our own might be a ‘risk’ through some involvement with the suspect or whatever. Given the nature of the op I would have to be very careful indeed.



I clicked on the Operation Showdown tab and was prompted for Amy’s log-on ID and password – all standard police stuff and the face screen changed to tabs with headings such as Background, Suspects, Evidence, Known Links and so on. As I read the background it became apparent that the principal suspects were four black Americans known to have left LA and relocated to southern Alabama. The IRS had flagged up a suspected huge money laundering operation, believed to be earnings from a prostitution racket with these four guys living the high life, but with no apparent income being recorded.



Having got the drift of the problem I checked the guys out. All four were known to LAPD, but nobody had ever been able to prove that they were living off the proceeds of crime. Potential witnesses had retracted their statements and, in short, the police had never been smart enough to get the evidence required to send them down. I looked at their pics and for all intents and purposes they could have been lawyers or something. Tall, well built, dressed in suits, they looked as respectable as the next man.



When I opened the evidence folder I took a sharp intake of breath. A bank of thumbnail pictures came up, taken from a long distance with a telephoto lens and all showing Amy with these guys. What shocked though, was what she was wearing; Amy had on a tight vest and was obviously braless underneath. Even from a distance her nipples clearly stood out in what I guess was early morning coolness. High heels made her 5’9″ body look even more slender and her legs seemed impossibly long in a short mini skirt.



Amy looked like a slut as she stood holding the arm of one of the men I recognised from his profile as Jerome Jackson. It looked like the surveillance snaps had been taken at 10 second intervals and I watched Amy and the men walk from the front door of a big house to a waiting car. Jerome then held Amy close as she kissed him and I could see his right hand holding her breast as she flattened her body against him.



The next two shots were where I got my lucky break. The photo panned out to take in more of the scene, including the front of the house and the second followed the car down the road ….and I recognised where it was!



More photos captured Amy out at clubs and other private houses, mostly hanging onto the arm of the same guy, but a sequence of five, taken at night through an uncurtained window of the house showed Amy standing, clearly naked, legs apart with her back arched and hips forward and sandwiched between two of the black guys in the other pictures. These had been taken at a closer range and I could see Jerome, the larger of the two men with his hips positioned between my wife’s legs and there was no doubt that Amy was being penetrated by him. The second man stood behind her with his cock nestled between her ass cheeks and her breasts held in his large hands.



The first four shots were all similar, but the fifth showed Jerome standing with his big hands on her ass cheeks as my wife wrapped her legs around his back and her arms round his neck as they kissed. I stared for a long time at this image of my wife fucking a guy with another man, or even men, in the same room. Amy was very prudish when it came to sex and had been angry when I once suggested we visit a naturist beach on vacation…………..



“There’s no way I’m gonna have a load of men I don’t know looking me over. I think it’s disgusting that you’d want other men to see me naked – you’re turning into some kind of pervert!”



I never mentioned it again! She obviously didn’t feel like that now!



I sat there stunned. I mean, I knew that sometimes in Vice the female cops had to dress up as hookers and parade themselves on the streets to lure punters who were then arrested. I knew that playing a role to infiltrate an organisation often included female cops who would have to flirt with suspects and even get into light petting with them, but surely full blown fucking was not expected. Besides, Amy had always said that the idea of fucking a black guy was something she could never do, but what I’d just seen, said otherwise!



That night I dreamt of Amy being fucked. I dreamt of Amy with her legs apart as a thick black cock slid backwards and forwards, in and out of her cunt. I dreamt of Amy cumming as Jerome fucked her standing up in the middle of his living room……….and I was their audience! As I slowly awoke these images remained clear in my mind and I was unable to stop myself from stroking my own hardness to orgasm as the endless tape of Amy fucking Jerome played in my head.



I had to know what was going on or else I’d go mad. I’d recognised the road from a job I’d been on a couple of years before and I could sure find the big house I’d seen in the photo. So that night, as it got dark, I parked about a mile away and started to walk. I soon spotted the police cruiser where the surveillance officer was armed with a camera and positioned myself where I could see both them and the house.



After an hour in the shadows, cars began to arrive at the house and I could see the place getting busy inside through the window where the shots of my wife had been taken. Then, Jerome moved around closing the drapes and the view was shut off – both to me and the cruiser.



I walked across the road and straight through the gateway of the house next door – just as if I lived there, made my way round the back and hopped over the dividing fence, hoping to hell that no lights, or worse, dogs appeared. The back yard remained dark and silent except for the dull beat of music coming from inside the house. I let my eyes get accustomed to the dark and then took a look about. No dogs, no lights, no security system, but there was a low sloping roof leading to an open bedroom window.



I was soon into the house and checked the room out. It didn’t show any sign of being in current use and no light showed around the door. I opened it quietly onto a darkened landing. Music, light and talk came from one end where it appeared to open up into a large galleried area – too risky if someone came upstairs. No. There had to be another way, so I climbed back out onto the sloping roof and crept along to the end and got lucky. There were two, high ventilation windows with a perfect view of the gallery and the room below and no chance of being seen.



The window was slightly open and as I took in the scene the sound drifted up to me.



Amy was easy to spot. She had a long dress on I’d never seen before, made of a white, almost transparent fabric, which scooped down at the back to just above her butt crack and plunged deeply at the front to her navel. She had no bra on and as she walked about I could see her breasts move beneath the thin layer covering them. I guessed she was wearing a string because I couldn’t see the dark triangle of pubic hair at the front.



The was one other girl in the room and she looked about 25, a little shorter than Amy, dark skinned and black hair. She wore the same style dress and it did nothing to disguise the fact that she too was naked, or nearly, underneath.



Every other person in the room was male and black. I counted 42 of them. All smartly dressed and talking politely to the two women.



Amy was more animated than I had seen her in years and at first I thought she was drunk until I realised she didn’t have a glass in her hand. Then it hit me – she was high! I would guess that she’d been given a cocktail of drugs because she looked alert and spaced out at the same time. And she definitely hitting on the men in the room; leaning forwards so her dress fell away and her tits hung free, and standing so close that her pussy would press against a thigh as she talked.



As I watched with a mixture of shock and amazement, the lights were dimmed and the place went quiet.



“Gentlemen. Will you please move away from the centre of the room.” and the crowd parted, revealing a thick, white circular rug, maybe 20feet across.



A low, slow beat began and the centre of the rug was illuminated by 2 spot lights, one of which was directly below my window making it impossible to be seen from the room. I stood up a bit to get a better view as Amy and the girl moved to face each other below me. They swayed and moved in time to the beat and approached each other until they were, hip to hip, breast to breast and their lips locked in a deep kiss.



The men applauded as each girl took hold of the other’s straps and slowly slid their dress off until it fell to the floor at their feet. I had been wrong about my wife wearing a string and I could see how I’d been mistaken. Neither she, nor the girl, had any pubic hair and as they broke their kiss, they took it in turns to lead the other around the room to be admired by the crowd. Then they walked to the edge of the room where Jerome stood and bit by bit they stripped him naked and on their knees, one on each side, began to kiss and lick his cock to erection. It looked about 8 inches long, so not much bigger than mine, but it was half as thick again and solid, jet black. He then lay on the floor with it pointing upwards.



He crooked a finger at Amy, beckoning her until she stood astride his hips with her back to him and lowered herself until the tip of his thick cock was just touching the area between her legs. I watched as she closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip and very, very slowly sank onto Jerome’s black rod. His hands moved up her slim body and grasped her breasts, pulling her back onto him so they lay back facing the ceiling.



I caught my breath at what I saw. Jerome’s cock was buried, full length, in Amy’s ass and he had used his feet against the inside of her ankles to push her legs wide apart so that her shaved cunt was displayed to the watching group. Everything I was seeing was a further shock as my wife had never let me anywhere near her ass and on the couple of times I’d tried she’d left me in no doubt that there was no way that was going to happen. Yet he she was, willingly impaled on Jerome and what’s more, enjoying it.



I heard Jerome say, “Which one of you black studs wants to be the first to fuck this beautiful white cunt?” and then to Amy, he said “You got something’ to tell them Babe?.”



Amy seemed to be looking straight at me as she said,



“I’m a dirty white slut and I want to be fucked by your big, black cocks!”



The men encircling the rug removed their clothes and once they were naked, Jerome slid Amy off his cock and she lay on her back, with her knees drawn up and legs apart as a guy of about 25 knelt between them and drove his cock into her and I heard some very familiar words……



“Mmmmm……that feels sooo good!”, the same words she always used when we made love, but then she added words I hadn’t heard before, “Your cock feels so big…..it’s filling me up,” and I watched as this young stud clenched his buttocks and drove himself into my wife who responded by raising her hips to take him fully into her.



He didn’t last long and with a few rapid thrusts, he emptied his balls into my wife’s willing vagina and moved away. I saw lips of her cunt hang open and cum begin to leak out just before an older, heavier man took his turn with my wife who by now had her head turned to the side sucking and stroking a big black cock.



I realised that this man was bigger than the first as I saw Amy’s eyes widen and she moaned “Oh! OH!”, around the cock in her mouth. This guy was probably mid forties and was taking his time with her, using much longer strokes before burying himself deep inside her cunt, eliciting a grunt from her every time.



By now, Amy had another cock in her free hand and some of the guys were taking their pleasure with the other girl. The man fucking her quickened his pace until he yelled and stabbed his cock deep in and spunked up her. As he got up and moved away, I got a glimpse of his softening cock and realised why my wife had sworn. I’d guess he was at least 9 inches long and that must have reached to her cervix as he pushed right into her.



One by one these black men took their turn being sucked by, or fucking Amy, and as they did I looked at the men who were standing about, waiting for their opportunity and I spotted three with what can only be described as mutant cocks. Now, I know that it isn’t just a myth that black guys have bigger cocks than whites, but these three were truly alpha males when it came to sexuality. All were well over 6feet tall and all were incredible physical specimens – well built, without being over muscled and without an ounce of surplus fat on their bodies. But, what focussed my attention, was their massive cocks. Not one of them was less than 12 inches long, as thick as Amy’s ankle and had a heavy ball sack that hung between their legs. I’d heard of men who’d been described as ‘black bulls’ and now I saw that they really did exist.



They watched as, one after another, more than twenty men fucked my wife and, as each delivered his spunk into her by now red and swollen vagina, the pool of white cum she was lying in, spread.



As if they had been waiting for the right moment, the three of them moved in as a team and pushed aside a man who had been just about to take his turn. Amy looked up and her eyes widened in horror at what she saw. “Oh God! No! I can’t take that. You’ll kill me!”



She closed her legs together, drew her knees up and started to raise herself on her elbows. One of the team quickly dropped onto the rug at her head and grasping a nipple with each hand, pulled her sharply backwards so she was lying back.



“Open your legs, slut!” he commanded, but my wife drew them closer to her body. “I said, open your legs now!” he repeated. Still she ignored him and then he spoke to the other two “Open the slut up for me.”



The two studs each took hold of one of Amy’s ankles and swung her legs back until her feet were either side of her shoulders and her already well fucked cunt, leaking the cum of 23 men, was lewdly displayed to the crowd. Pinned like this she had no way of resisting and the first stud moved around and placed the head of his foot long cock between her labia and slowly began to open her up.

-Connor Manson-



“Man whore”



“Fag”



“Midget”



“Little man”



“Insect”



All the normal insults I get every day at school. For one thing I’m not gay, I think. I’ve never thought about men that way, but I have thought about women that way. I am a midget however. A puny five foot five. But there is one thing I have over them, and that’s my fat, fifteen inch dick. But they’ll never believe me if I told them, and I’m sure as hell not showing it to them. Also, I may be short, but I’m not weak, I have a well-toned body complete with a six pack and thick arms, but I hide that under thick jumpers and shirts.



-Alex Harley-



“Fag”



What I yell at Connor every time I walk past him. The kids tiny and a complete nerd. He isn’t an example of the nerd stereotype, he is the nerd stereotype. He’s weak, short and probably has a tiny dick. Weird how his mum can be so hot! Kathleen Manson is a MILF! And little does Connor know that when he’s out doing fuck knows every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I’m fucking her brains out with my eight inches of sex stick. Speaking of which it’s Wednesday to night. Connor’s dad works in the army so he’s never home, so I get Kathleen all to myself for twelve hours a week.



It was three ten so I took my motorbike over to the Manson place, Kathleen had told me she’d be 4 hours late today so I thought I’d on a show for her. I unlocked the door with the key she had given me and stepped into the four bedroomed detached house in one of the many cul-de-sacs of the town and ran up to the room I think is Connor’s and strip down naked. Connor’s room is fairly basic. A full body mirror on one wall, on another fitted furniture and a double bed pushed up to one wall. As I removed my boxers I looked up at the full body mirror at my Adonis body, my tanned skin fitted my massive chest, arms and legs well. I had a good amount of hair on them and around my balls and dick. My arse was pretty great too, as I admired myself in the mirror, the door opened downstairs and someone went into the living room, soon to be the loving room. I knew that Kathleen’s husband had a hidden sex draw in the guest bedroom, so I went in there regularly to get stuff like condoms, lube and more recently a leather jock strap. I hadn’t told her about it though. I put on the jockstrap and snuck downstairs to surprise her, as I crept into the living room I started to say:



“Guess who?”



I was greeted by the shocked voice of Connor “Guess who went into the wrong hou…what the fuck are you wearing?”



“Shit, you’re not meant to be here!”



“I could say the same thing!”



“Well, you haven’t been told so I suppose I should tell you, I’ve been screwing your mum for years!” I suddenly felt smug, I strutted into the room without a care that he could see my arse; I knew he wasn’t actually gay, I just didn’t have a better insult, that could be used in public. “And I’ve been using your dad’s sex supplies, he comes well prepared.”



“You bastard” The next thing I knew the midget had thrown himself on top of me, catching me by surprise he managed to get me to the ground. I quickly turned the tables by rolling over to pinch him to the ground, he then fought back, and managed to get me off him. But I had a grip on his Sweater vest and tore that of leaving him in the baggy full length shirt and ankle basher school trousers, even though our school is a non-uniform, he still chose to wear them. He looked down to see the lack of nerd clothing, giving me just enough time to pin him to the sofa. He saw me coming and attempted to dodge, and he succeeded with the minor loss of some of the shirt.



-Connor Manson-



I watch him turn to me again, with the bit of my shirt still in his hand. I regretted starting this fight with him, but I had to continue. He said I wasn’t meant to be here, it’s because I usually spend four hours after school at the gym attempting to gain muscle. Like his, now that he was wearing…wait, he said my dad’s sex stuff, if he got it from the guest bedroom, it sure as hell wasn’t dad’s, it was mine, so was the jockstrap, and it was now on his penis. Great. I could see that his dick was too small for the extra-large cup I needed. Did I mention that the fifteen inches of destruction are when my dick’s flaccid? Well it is, my erect member is about twenty inches long and has a girth of 6 inches. Anyway, I threw my svelte, but muscular body at the incredibly well tanned hulk, or hunk would be more appropriate, and he caught me by the remains of my shirt and ripped it off, me. When I got on my feet I could see his shock, yes it was about a foot above me, but I could still see it. He had no Idea how muscular I was, I could also see that he was starting to fill up the jockstrap a bit more; the fight was turning him on? That or my body. I only then noticed my undone belt, I didn’t have time to fix it now, he was already getting ready to charge, I decided to run at him simultaneously, and we collided half way across the living room, and as we crashed we started to fall back, I grabbed onto the first thing I could, my jockstrap, and he grabbed on to my trousers, I stood up straight heard a tearing noise, the leather had been weaken by him hitting my loose belt buckle, and his weight had done the rest, he fell to the floor, taking my trousers with him and tearing them too, shit this guy’s strong. I looked down, I left down to my boxers, and he was on the floor, naked.



He was also completely turned on now. I guess his cock was less than mine when erect, about eight inches. Mine bulged from the tight Armani’s that I was wearing, and I wasn’t hard in any way. He looked up and saw me in just my boxers, and my massive member that prodded out. He automatically assumed I was horny.



“You are a fag?”



“What?”



“You saw me naked and now you’ve got a boner?”



“No, I don’t,”



“No guys dick is that big without a boner, and heck, you’ve probably just stuffed a pair of socks down there, well, if you like me naked so much then why don’t you join me?” And with that he grabbed my boxers and tore them from me, leaving my massive cock hanging limp between my legs. “Holy shit!” He exclaimed. “It’s huge”



He was still on the floor. He sat up and then…



He grabbed my soft wood and started to stroke it, what the hell! I was hard within seconds and he was really jerking me off now, and if masturbation had told me anything, it’s that we’re going to be here for a while. I started uncontrollably moaning and grunting as he played with my meat. He was getting turned on even more, he removed one hand from the thick sausage and started to jack himself off, he then started to suck my ball, the sensation was overwhelming. Finally I blew my load all over his face and then I collapsed.



An hour later I woke up and Alex was gone, he’d cleaned up and everything.

******Just a heads up. There is some ass to mouth action at the end of the story. So if you do not like that, this may not be the story for you. I welcome comments (even if anonymous), feedback, and story requests******



My son, Bobby, was being obnoxious. His school friends, Maureen and Laura had come over to spend the day with him and he was not handling it well.



I was sitting on the couch reading a book but struggling to concentrate, as his ridiculous attitude was too much to take. He was being such a little brat to those girls. Whenever they requested a song to play on Rock Band, my 19 year old son would pick a different one. When they tried to get him to go for a bike ride, he refused to even listen. I decided it was time to put him in his place when he told the girls they would have to sit out the next song because ‘they were messing up his score’.



“Bobby, you and your friends come up here.” I said. I was polite but loud enough to be heard down the stairs.



“Why, do you have the food ready?” He yelled back at me.



“No honey, just come on up here.”



He exhaled like I had just ruined his day. Finally he came up to the living room with his two friends in tow.



Bobby is kind of short and has floppy black hair. He is a little pale but it looked good on his slender build. The girls are built similarly. Both are 18 year old dark brunettes, and have slim builds. Both had semi-deep tans from a long summer. Both of them had tiny little butts attached to their lean legs. Laura had a larger chest, most likely a B-cup. Maureen was a few inches below five feet while Laura was a little taller. Laura was wearing a sun-dress while Maureen had shorts and a tank top on.



“Bobby, honey, why are you being so mean to your friends.” I asked. I stayed seated on the couch as they stood around me.



“I’m not being mean mom, I swear.”



“Bobby, I can hear you. I think you are getting a little big for your britches, don’t you think girls?” Both girls shrugged and smiled, obviously too meek to say otherwise.



“Mommmm…” he whined.



“Stop it Bobby. Now, unless you want me to tell these young ladies a few embarrassing stories, you are going to do exactly as I say.”



“What?!?!” he complained as his eyes shot back between me and the girls.



“Do we have a deal?” I asked.



“Not a chance.”



“Fine. Girls, do you want to hear about our trip to Mount Rushmore?”



“Oh yes, Mrs. McCrane!” the girls said in unison.



“You wouldn’t!” Bobby yelped.



“Then do we have a deal?”



“Fine”



“Good then take off your clothes. All of them.” I ordered. The girls’ eyes lit up.



“WHAT? No chance” he replied.



“Girls, do you know why Bobby had to miss so much school last year?”



“Fine, fine….” Bobby said as he began to strip his clothes off, stopping at his underwear.



“Keep going honey.” I could see his semi-hard penis packaged away in his shorts. Apparently my son had been blessed.



Bobby took a deep breath and pulled down his whitey-tighties. His penis unfurled, as it had to be 6 inches long but still several shades away from an erection. It was as thick as an overgrown banana. He kept his eyes locked to the ground as Laura pointed and giggled at him. He bent over to pick his shorts off of the ground.



“Oh no you don’t.” I said as I held his underwear down around his ankles with my foot. After he struggled a bit, I bent over and grabbed his whitey-tighties with my hand.



“Now step through them.” I said looking back up at him. When I turned my face up towards him I found my mouth mere inches from his still half-hard cock.



“Come on now Bobby. Do as your Mommy says.” I was careful to pronounce each syllable clearly so he would feel his mother’s breath on his exposed penis. Eventually Bobby stepped out of underwear while I continued to hold them. As he lifted his left leg out, I felt his dick brush against my hair. I doubt it was an accident.



The girls were mesmerized by my son’s size. His dick looked even bigger on his slight build. This whole operation had certainly quieted him down. He was putty in my hands now.



I sat back up. I took my left hand and reached out towards my son’s manhood with my left hand. I took hold of his penis by holding the tip of it lightly between my forefinger and thumb. I lifted his cock up so it would separate from his balls.



Taking both my hands, I made a dick sandwich with my son’s cock and started rubbing him. I felt Bobby’s shaft starting to harden as my hands polished him ever so softly. Laura and I looked at each other and had a laugh at Bobby’s expense.



Laura noticed my son’s cock hardening in my hands, “Bobby, you sure seem to like it when your mother plays with your penis!” Everyone laughed except Bobby, who was just staring at my hands.



Making a pathetic face, I asked my son, “Oh Bobby, do you want to cum on your Mommy’s tits?” I held my chest out showing him the cleavage from my 34-GG’s.



I continued to massage my son’s prick when Laura chimed in, “I bet you just want your Mommy to take that thing and put it in her mouth don’t you? Maybe if you are a good boy Mommy will wake you up with a blow job tomorrow.”



“Oh that’s a good idea Laura. Behave yourself and fill Mommy’s mouth with cum.” I replied as I opened my mouth and slowly moved towards my son’s now rigid shaft. I teased him for a bit, letting his cock break the seal of my mouth but refusing to close down.



Laura saw what I was doing and patronized, “Oh poor baby,” shrugging at him, “Mommy’s tongue is so close to your cock but she just won’t lick it.



I pulled back laughing all the way. Laura cackled as I showed my son my open mouth again. I started lightly stroking him again with the tips of my fingers.



“You girls want to touch his dick?” I asked. Laura stepped up first as she wrapped her little hands around Bobby’s length.



“Whoa, I didn’t know they were this hard.” she remarked as she started a very amateur stroke. I helped her out, showing her how to twist while she moved up the shaft. After a few tugs, she was doing much better.



“Oh Bobby, you really are a freak with this ginormous cock.” Laura laughed.



I noticed Maureen standing there quietly. Her eyes were fixated, obviously wanting in on the action.



“Maureen, honey, why don’t you get on your knees huh?” She fell to her knees like slut. Laura led Bobby over to her by pulling his cock behind her. Maureen closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. However, Laura wasn’t willing to give in so quickly.



Laura took my son’s cock and laid across the length of Maureen’s face. His balls were dangling below her chin, while the tip of his cock was sitting an inch or so above the part of this poor girl’s hair. Laura and I cackled. She took hold of the back of Maureen’s head and smushed Bobby’s cock against her face. We both laughed as she slapped Maureen around with the length of my son’s penis. Finally, she reached below my son, grabbed his balls, and planted them in Maureen’s mouth.



“Suck bitch.” she ordered as she started flopping my son’s dick on her face again. Maureen closed her eyes and sucked hard.



Eventually, Laura pulled Bobby’s sac from Maureen’s mouth and said, “Alright, bitch, time to choke on it.” She held the back of Maureen’s head and shoved Bobby’s throbbing cock in her moth. Her mouth was tiny and could not handle such a large member. Her cheeks puffed out as she desperately tried to take it all.



Laura was not pleased with her effort, “Come on you slut. Deep-throat it. I know you want to, you whore.” She pushed them together like Barbie dolls as Maureen gagged on her throatful of cock. Her eyes were watering as Laura kept them together, pushing my Bobby up to this girl’s gag reflex. Bobby had to be over 9 inches in length and as thick as cucumber. From lip to the back of her throat, Maureen had to be only 5 inches long, she had a slight neck that was at most 3 inches in length. You did not have to be a mathematician, do know where my son’s length would wind up if Laura got her wish.



With tears in her eyes, Maureen took a deep breath as Laura separated them again. She grabbed Maureen’s throat and said, “It’s going down this time.” Before pushing them together, she looked up and we smiled at each other. She drove them together once again. There was a slight pause when she had about 5 inches down the chute. Maureen fought her gag reflex as Laura pushed hard.



Maureen swallowed hard as my son’s cock came crashing down her throat, her lower lip now kissing my son’s balls. With Laura pushing there was no stopping it now, he was too far past her gag reflex, it would not come back up. His massive cock filled her throat. I could see the outline of his dick in her neck as her gullet spasmed around my son’s length.



This was not enough for Laura, “Stick your tongue out!” she ordered. Maureen obliged as well as she could. Laura then started rubbing my son’s sac on Maureen’s tongue. I was getting a little jealous. I wanted my son to cum with me. I took of my shirt and bra, feeling the cool air on my tits.



After forty seconds of being chocked by cock, Maureen felt Bobby retreat from her throat.



“Bobby, come to Mommy.” I said as he looked on his mother’s tits for the first time. He walked over with his penis leading the way. He brought his cock to my mouth as I climbed on my knees. Him being so short, I still had to bend over to get to my son’s dick. I opened my mouth wide and let my son’s cock enter my mouth, once again, not closing down. I took my time, feeling its heat on the roof of my mouth. Once it hit the back of my throat, my full lips came crashing down. I bobbed up and down quickly, sucking as hard as I could. My pussy was gushing now that I was burying my son’s shaft in my mouth.



Meanwhile, Laura took her panties off, flipping them on Maureen’s face. She lifted her skirt up and pointed to the ground right in front of her. Maureen slid over on her knees. Once she got there, Laura, dropped her skirt back down and said, “Eat me!”



Bobby was fondling my tits now as I gobbled on him. His hands molested my chest. I tried to keep my head, making sure that I gave my son the best blow job I was capable of. From now on, I wanted him to come to me whenever he needed to be taken care of.



Pulling my mouth off of him, I asked, “You want to cum on Mommy’s tits?” He shook his head and I placed his length between by heaving breasts. Tit-fucking had never felt so good for me. Something about having my son’s red-hot 9-inch cock between my tits made me so hot. I bounced up and down as I pushed my 34-GG’s together; desperately trying to look like a slut for my son.



“Oh yeah baby, cum all of your Mommy’s tits!” I screamed. “I love you cock sweetie. Whatever you want Mommy to do to you, I’ll do it. You want to fuck me? Anytime. You want to cum on my face, then have me blow you again? Done. You want to fuck Mommy’s ass? I want it too.”



I leaned back like a cowgirl as I gave my son a violent boob job with my massive tits, trying to think of the sluttiest thing to say, “Oh baby, I want you to fuck Mommy’s ass tonight after these little whores go home. I want that this giant cock in my tits to be buried in my butt. After you are done fucking Mommy’s ass, I want you to fill my mouth with cum!”



The last line must have sent him over the edge because I felt his trouser snake start pulsing in my tits. It wasn’t long before I felt his hot cum was coating his Mommy’s breasts. It was a massive load, he came for about 20 seconds, with the first few streams hitting my chin. After it was all said and done, I looked like I just made a porno for bukkake/tit-job fiends. I had never experienced a cumshot of this magnitude before.



Maureen was still pleasuring Laura when I called her over. “Maureen honey, come over here and clean me off. Bobby, sweetie, you go over there and eat Laura’s ass out.” Both of them did as they were told. Bobby, and his now flaccid penis, sat down and climbed underneath Laura. Maureen never got off her knees as she crawled over to me, as I sat back down on the couch.



Maureen stared at my breasts the whole way. As soon as she got over she began licking. Anywhere she saw Bobby’s cum, she licked away. I just laid back and let this girl worship my cum covered 34-GG’s. When she found the huge load of cum glazed between my breasts she went a little crazy. Lapping it up like a puppy. When she had cleaned me of all of my son’s cum, she started sucking on my nipples.



I enjoyed my nipple suck while watching my son rim some young slut. He was stroking his cock while he did it, beginning to harden again.



“I think Bobby likes licking your ass Laura.” I said as I moved Maureen’s head to my other nipple.



Laura looked down and saw Bobby jacking off. She took her foot and moved Bobby’s hand out of the way. She played with my son’s cock with her foot, playfully stepping on it, and putting it between her toes.



“Guess so Mrs. McCrane. I bet you wake up soon enough to your son tossing your salad in your sleep.” She said as she continued to toy with his dick using her foot.



“Oh Bobby, anytime you want to lick Mommy’s ass you just let me know. If you are at school, just give me a call, I’ll come over and you can lick my ass in some closet somewhere.”



“Alright, Bobby, get up here and fuck Maureen’s ass” Laura said.



Maureen’s eyes lit up. I pulled her off of me and pushed her onto all fours. Unbuttoning her shorts, I yanked her shorts and panties down around her thighs. She had the smallest butt I have ever seen. Her cute little butthole was maybe the size of a nickel and was obviously virgin.



Laura pushed Bobby on his knees behind her. His cock landed in her cheeks. With his balls resting on the base of her pussy, his dick stretched out a full four inches beyond the most northern point of Maureen’s ass crack. She flexed her cheeks slightly. I bent over, spit on my sons cock and stroked on some natural lube.



“That’s enough.” Laura ordered, standing on the other side of Maureen. “If she wants lube she can provide it herself.”



Laura grabbed the base of Bobby’s cock and aimed it at Maureen’s mini hershey kiss. She let it rest there for a second before starting the butt fucking. Maureen’s ass groaned loudly as my son’s massive shaft broke the seal. Wincing in pain and moaning in pleasure all at the same time, Maureen was enjoying the throttling of her bottom.



Finally, her sphincter swallowed the tip of my son’s dick. It closed down around the head, acting like shrink-wrap. Laura pushed them on. Maureen’s asshole continued to wolf down the enormous shaft.



“You fucking slut Maureen,” shouted Laura, “I know you want the whole thing in your ass.”



Eventually she had 4 inches of cock buried in her ass but she wasn’t done yet. About every 10 seconds she would swallow another inch. Ultimately, my son’s penis disappeared from view, fully enveloped by the ass of a girl weighing only 90 pounds. Bobby slowly pulled his length out of her as the smell of nasty sex permeated the air. Maureen looked back and tilted her head back in delight. The moment Bobby’s dick came out of Maureen’s ass, Laura ordered her to stand. Maureen shot to her feet and Laura undressed her completely.



“Back down, put that dick back in her ass.” Bobby followed orders as he obediently buried his bone in Maureen’s rosebud. My son picked up speed as he was now officially fucking her anally. Maureen was in heaven, groaning like a porn star.



“When I say go,” Laura barked, “I want that cock out of your ass and in your mouth. I am timing you, you have half a second to get it done.”



“GO”



Maureen pulled forward and tried to spin quickly, licking her lips with anticipation. However, she moved too hastily, and stumbled. She regained her form and plunged her mouth on my son’s shaft mere moments after it came out of her butt. As Maureen chowed down, Laura berated her for moving to slow.



“You act as if you don’t want to be ass-to-mouthed by this 9-inch penis.” Maureen continued to devour Bobby. “Put it back in her crack. We are going to get this right!”



Maureen turned back around and Bobby violated her again. After about thirty seconds Laura gave the order again.



Maureen was quicker this time, and she deep-throated him on her first try. She fought hard to keep it down as Bobby’s cock filled her throat with the taste of her own ass.



Laura yelled at her again, “Come on, I know you love being ass-to-mouthed Maureen. Do it quicker this time.”



Maureen finally made it on the fifth try and Laura rewarded her by letting her suck on his dick a little bit longer. Letting her enjoy being ass-to-mouthed by a monster cock. Eventually, Laura turned her around and started the butt fucking again.



I was getting hornier and hornier so I got undressed. I sat down in front of Maureen and gave her a deep kiss. The taste of my son’s dick and her own ass was prominent. I laid down on my back and guided Maureen’s head towards my crotch. She did as she was told, and began eating me out while my son fucked her butthole. Maureen was a talented girl. She began fingering my rear end and it sent me into a frenzy.



I began to cum moments later, watching my son stare at my tits. He too began to cum, filling Maureen’s ass with jizz. I grabbed my tits as I climaxed, letting my son watch me play with them. There was no turning back now. My mind wandered to all the sexual barriers I would cross with my son.

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