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Chapter 1She commented, “All it should take this time would be a couple of blow jobs and one of my famous meatloaf dinners, and it will all be okay. Last time I almost overdid it. After all, now I’ve had two lovers and he is still completely clueless! LOL”



She was fucking laughing at the way I’d loved and trusted her! I felt the urge to purge…



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I got up from the table after finishing my breakfast to check on Juanita. She was still in front of the toilet on the floor. I grabbed a washcloth and dampened it for her. She took it when I offered it to her and wiped her mouth. “Do you think you might have the flu, or did you eat something last night that disagreed with you?”



“I think I’ll be okay, Jack. It’s just so brutal how he was killed…”



“So, you did know him. The paper said that he was a serial womanizer also, and they fear a pattern might be developing. They interviewed his ex-wife and she said that it was just a matter of time before a jealous husband caught up to him. I guess he had a long list of wronged husbands after him, too. Maybe the cops will shorten the list when they see any overlap between the two. Say, you used to work with him, too. Did you know anyone who both of them might’ve banged? Maybe you should call the cops and…”



She cut me off, “I didn’t know either one of them all that well to know who they’d been with!” She replied in a panic. Composing herself, she continued, “I couldn’t be of any use to the police.”



“Okay, but if you could help them find the killer with any little detail, you might be able to prevent another wife-stealing bastard from being killed. Wait, maybe that’s not such a bad thing…killing off a few sleaze balls might send the right message to the rest of them! Do you know what I mean, babe?”



“That’s a terrible thing to say, Jack! No one deserves to die like that!”



“Surely you’re not defending these low life, self-centered weasels, are you? I mean…if I thought for one quick minute that those scumbags had had their way with you, well, all I can say is that they got off easy! I’d have had to torture them for a while and let them know exactly why they deserved to die before I’d let them enter the next world.”



“No, of course I’m not defending them. It just seems so unnecessarily brutal, that’s all. If you’re saying that you’d have made them suffer first, then you’re scaring me, Jack! I’ve never known you to be violent like that.”



“That’s because no one has ever betrayed me like that before…and I truly hope you never have to find out just how much that thought upsets me! I’ve got to go to work; do you think you’ll go in, or are you going to take today off?”



“I’ll be okay soon; I feel much better now.”



“Well, you haven’t gotten sick like that since you had Amber! This isn’t morning sickness, is it?” I joked, or did I? There was no mention of condoms being used and she wasn’t on the pill since my vasectomy fifteen years ago…



“Oh, wait…you have to have sex before you can get knocked up, and we haven’t made love in over two months. Wow…I didn’t realize that it has been that long until I just now thought about it! It was Labor Day weekend, wasn’t it? We’ll have to fix that soon, eh babe?”



The guilt on her face was transparent as glass. She didn’t realize that she had me “shut off” for that long, in light of what all was going on. Actually, I’d had her “shut off” for the couple weeks since I made my discovery, she just didn’t realize it.



“Gotta go; hope you get to feeling better. See ya!” I left without even trying for a kiss, ostensibly because of her puking, but really because I didn’t feel like soiling my mouth on her slutty cheating face. I got my digs in, and I was in a great mood again.


Chapter 3

Louisa met Michael on holiday in Spain and is now deeply involved with him both sexually and emotionally. He has introduced Louisa to many new sexual acts including anal sex, threesomes and double penetration. He’s also shown Louisa that she can squirt and invited his friends and some strangers to get in on the action. This last will be explored further in the current chapter. In the previous chapter, Louisa and Michael had a quick fuck in the back of Michael’s car in a parking lot on the way back from the airport. They were watched by two young guys who enjoyed what they saw. Michael spoke to them briefly afterwards but Louisa didn’t hear what was said. She’s about to find out…



I had now been in America for four days. After the first mad evening during which Dan joined us and I was intimately “examined” on Michael’s large medical couch that he had basically bought for my benefit, things had been dialled down a bit. Michael and I still fucked pretty much every which way and I had still come many, many times, often squirting but it had been somewhat tamer than that first night. One thing events of the past four days had confirmed with a vengeance though is that I had definitely become a huge fan of anal. It was getting to the stage when if I didn’t have a hard cock up my arse at least once during sex I would feel short changed.



Michael was at work so I let my memories settle back on that threesome with Dan. He’d seemed pretty shy at first and was certainly a little shocked while watching Michael finger me to a huge, squirting orgasm but he’d recovered quickly. He’d had no problem joining in the action once he’d got over the surprise of seeing me ejaculate so powerfully. We’d then had a night of wild sex in which I’d been soundly fucked by them both although I hadn’t been double teamed as such. I remembered being arse fucked by Dan as I sucked Michael off but I hadn’t been fucked by them both together. I smiled mischievously. Maybe that was something that could be rectified – I was here for a month.



I’d got a feeling that Michael had planned something different for the evening ahead. He’d told me to “dress up” again which he hadn’t done since Dan had joined us. I’d had a long bath, rubbed myself down with vanilla and frankincense scented body lotion then dressed myself in a white sheer negligee and tiny briefs. The negligee had straps that tied on the shoulders giving easy access to my massive tits. It had an elasticated waist which meant that it wouldn’t just fall off but I kind of liked that idea. The knickers weren’t a thong panty but they weren’t far off. They were also crotchless. I’d bought them on a whim during the ten days that Michael and I had first been apart; I wondered what he would make of them.



Michael was due home any minute. I sat on the sofa in my usual position with my legs curled under me and my strappy high sandals just visible. Sure enough, I had just adjusted my seat when I heard a key in the lock. Michael entered the apartment and looked at me. “Oh God yes,” he breathed, taking in my appearance. “Yes and again yes.” He grinned at me. “I’m gonna take a shower babe – you know the routine.”



“Company or not?” I queried. On previous nights I’d joined Michael for his after work shower and we’d fucked under the water. It was always a fabulous experience. However, on the night that Dan had joined us, Michael had showered alone. I wasn’t sure what I wanted the answer to be. Fucking in the shower was always amazing but if Michael didn’t want company that would probably mean that we were both going to get company of another sort and soon.



The latter seemed more likely given the way I was dressed and I wasn’t surprised to hear Michael reply in the negative. “I need a quick shower babe,” he informed me, “And they don’t tend to be quick when you’re with me.” I smiled at the memories. “Now,” Michael continued, “There’s a chance the doorbell might go while I’m in the shower. If it does, answer it will you. You can look through the peephole – you’ll know if you want to let them in or not. I think you will.” He winked at me with a fiendish look on his handsome face and went to shower.



I was left at a bit of a loose end. All dressed up and nowhere to go you might say. I tripped round the apartment in my stilettos idly wondering about the possibilities for the night ahead. Maybe Michael had invited Rob to join us again. This was an enticing prospect. I liked Rob – he was a nice guy and more to the point, he was sexy and impressively endowed. He hadn’t fucked my arse yet – that was something we could do if it was him. The doorbell rang. I went to answer it. I flipped the metal covering away from the peephole and looked through. It wasn’t Rob. In fact it took me a few seconds to realise who it was. Then I knew – it was the boys from the parking lot! Shit. That must have been what Michael had been doing when he’d spoken to them outside the car after they’d watched us fuck. He’d arranged for them to come round in a few days to join us.



I was actually very nervous as I opened the door. This was another step further. By allowing them in myself, dressed as I was, I was essentially already giving carte blanche to anything that might happen later. Previously any group activity had been in Michael’s control. While he had set up this encounter, the fact that I was actually letting the guys in changed the dynamics somewhat. Not that it stopped me. I took a deep breath and pulled the door open.



“Come in both of you,” I tried to keep my voice steady as I welcomed them. The older of the two entered first. At a guess he was 23/24 years old. The younger one followed. He couldn’t have been more than 20. They were both silent as they came through the door taking in my appearance with a mixture of disbelief and appreciation. Which one of us would have spoken first had we been left to our own devices any longer I don’t know but at that point Michael emerged from the bedroom.



“Happy with things?” he asked the boys.



“Hell yeah,” the older one answered still staring at my body encased in its sheer negligee. “Hell yeah.” The younger one merely nodded also staring. He looked like he might never speak again.



“Louisa, this is Tony and this is Paul,” Michael indicated first the older then the younger guy. “Guys, this is Louisa. As you’ve probably already guessed from the parking lot and the way she looks now, she’s a hot piece of ass.”



The guys laughed breaking the ice. “Is she really okay with this?” Paul, the younger man, spoke for the first time.



“Hey, you can talk to me too you know,” I said encouragingly. “Yes, I’m really okay with this. Whatever “this” is. I had no idea you were coming round but now you’re here it’s fine.” I paused. “More than fine. I’m looking forward to it. All of it.”



“Oh yeah baby,” Tony murmured. He still hadn’t taken his eyes from my body. Neither of them had.



“We should go through,” Michael said indicating the way out of the living room and down the hallway to the room where the couch was. I inhaled sharply. Michael looked at me in concern. “You okay with this sweetheart? You know I’d never get you to do anything you didn’t really want to do. If you’re dubious at all we can rethink.”



“No, I’m fine,” I reassured him. “Realisation just hit that’s all. I’m absolutely fine now. Like I said, I’m looking forward to it.” I smiled my reassurance at Tony and Paul who had looked a bit alarmed at Michael’s words. I guess they were worried that having been promised a good fuck it was going to be snatched away. No chance. I wanted these young studs. I wanted them badly.



Michael opened the door. The room was no longer kept locked. Now that I knew what was inside there was no need. In fact, while Michael was at work, I sometimes lay on the couch with my feet in the stirrups and masturbated. It was easy to bring myself off that way. The position of my legs meant my pussy was so easy to access and the thought of how I must look, lying back with my legs apart and in the air, my cunt exposed for the world to see and my hand wanking my clit was a huge turn on. Paul and Tony were a little surprised I could see but their surprise quickly changed to satisfaction as they took in the possibilities. With no need for talk, I hopped up onto the couch and awaited further instruction.



“Undo your straps babe,” Michael purred. “Time the boys saw your tits. You okay with that?” He looked across at them. They nodded enthusiastically, grinning their pleasure. I moved my hands to first one strap then the other and untied them slowly. Holding the material over my breasts at first, I silently moved my hand and let it fall. The effect was instantaneous. Both guys caught their breath as my enormous boobs were exposed.



“Shit,” they both breathed simultaneously.



“Can we touch them?” Tony asked, gesturing towards my swollen mammaries. Paul stood dumbstruck, mesmerised by the sight.



“Sure,” Michael replied. “That’s okay isn’t it sweetheart?”



“More than okay,” I sighed. “If someone doesn’t touch me soon I’ll explode.”



Tony moved hesitantly towards me indicating that Paul should do the same. They took positions on either side of the couch. “You should join her up there,” Michael advised. “There’s plenty of room.” They did so, Tony to my left and Paul to my right. Once up there, their hesitancy vanished. Tony grasped my breast in his hand and began to caress it roughly. Paul lowered his mouth to my other breast and sucked on my nipple. I sighed with satisfaction as I savoured the feeling of having two young bucks suck and fondle my huge tits. The boys began to take the initiative.



“I gotta have those tits,” Paul grunted while he mouthed the one he currently had. “I just gotta.” He heisted himself up and straddled my waist then he put his cock between my massive rack. Tony moved down the couch and nudged my knees up and apart so that the skirt of my negligee fell down my thighs and my knickers were exposed.



“Shit, they’re crotchless!” Tony exclaimed in delight as my thighs fell further apart. This brought Michael to the table and he stared down at my knickers in surprised relish.



“You naughty girl,” he muttered, grasping first one leg then the other and placing them in the stirrups. “I think you’ll have easier access now,” he informed Tony. “And it’s not like she doesn’t want you to see.” He then passed Paul a bottle of oil. “Use that,” he commanded. “It’ll be much easier to slide up and down between her tits. Grease your cock with it.”



I was now reclining on the couch with my legs in the air and apart and Tony gazing down at my cunt, with the outer region still covered by white lace but with most of my vulva, my vagina and my clitoris exposed due to the split crotch. Meantime, Paul was straddling my upper body with his now-greased penis between my huge breasts. Moaning, I pushed my tits around Paul’s dick, encasing it in soft, swollen flesh. He groaned. “Oh God that is just the best. I’ll never feel anything better than those tits round my cock.” Don’t speak too soon, I thought. You haven’t felt my arse yet. Tony meanwhile was putting his hand to good use. My clit was clearly erect again as I felt his fingers tickle and tease it. I gasped loudly as he pulled and flicked the sensitive little organ. Not so little either. I sensed it was growing by the second.



“Fuck,” I heard Tony say. “Her clit’s massive. I gotta suck on it.” He did. Next second I felt his mouth around my engorged clitoris and he sucked expertly. I moaned louder and thrust my cunt towards his mouth. “Oh yeah baby,” Tony breathed. “You push that pussy into my mouth. You taste fucking sweet girl.”



Further up, Paul was really going at my tits. I was having a bit of trouble keeping them pushed round his penis as he kept up a rapid onslaught, thrusting wildly between them. He was grunting his rapture noisily as he thrust, making the kind of animalistic noises I was familiar with. Tony had stopped sucking at my clit and was lightly brushing it with his finger while his tongue lapped at my cunt and snaked its way into my vagina. Fuck, the sensations were getting too much. I had a 20 year old boy ramming his dick between my tits and a 24 year old one lapping at my pussy. And I was 38! I let out an extremely loud groan as all thoughts and feelings merged. Paul banging my tits, Tony sucking at my twat and the fact that they were both so young was enough to trigger my orgasm.



I screamed my frenzied euphoria and came in Tony’s waiting mouth. While I didn’t squirt, I gushed fluid all over his face, my knickers and the couch. I rammed my cunt up to his face, jerking it up trying to get him to take more of it. Paul shouted his climax too as he began to spill his load all over my tits. “Oh fucking shit!” he yelled as jet after jet ejaculated from his penis while I thrust my twat up to Tony’s mouth. Tony had his hands under my bottom cheeks and was keeping his mouth in position despite my frenzied bucking. Eventually, our orgasms were finished and I sagged back on the couch as Paul rolled off me, spent.



“I hope you don’t think you’re finished,” Michael reproached me. “Tony’s just given you one hell of an orgasm. You should return the favour.” I looked up quizzically while Paul lay exhausted next to me. “Suck him off baby, show him what that talented mouth of yours can do.” I obliged, moving down the couch to where Tony’s large cock stood erect and waiting. I turned over so that I was lying on my front and brought my mouth to the head of his penis. He was tall so we matched perfectly and Tony moaned as I inserted his cock into my mouth. I’ve mentioned before that I am pretty good at sucking men off. However, my talents weren’t really called into question this evening. Tony was obviously turned on as hell from the action that had already taken place. I swallowed his seven and a half inch cock hungrily and started to move it in and out of my mouth, using my tongue round the shaft and end as I usually did. Tony moaned and sighed as I sucked him, bumping his cock forwards to complement my own movement. It didn’t take long for Tony’s moaning to increase in volume but just before he came in my mouth, I felt kisses and a soft tongue on my bottom. Paul had woken up and was rimming me gently. I moaned in response and surreptitiously rubbed my cunt into the couch. Before I could stimulate myself properly though, Tony erupted into my mouth with a shout. Wow he could come that boy. He didn’t quite match Michael for fluid explosion but it was close. I swallowed as much as I could – nearly all of it in fact and looked up at him lustfully.



“Better?” I questioned.



“Oh fuck yeah,” gasped Tony from above me. “I needed that.”



“I hope you have a quick recovery rate,” Michael said. “I can see your friend’s already back up and raring to go. She’s not been fucked yet. Why don’t you both do the honours?”



“Both?” Tony queried.



“Well she’s got two holes hasn’t she. Use them both.”



“Do you do that?” Paul asked me in disbelief. “Will you take us both? Do you take it up the ass?”



“I love it up the arse.” I replied – I still held onto the British pronunciation of the word. “I think I like it better than straight sex.”



“She’s not joking,” Michael assured him. “She’s a fucking anal slut. Why don’t you carry on what you were doing to her ass to give your friend a bit more time to recover. Not that he’s doing badly.” Michael sounded impressed as he glanced at Tony’s penis which was already hardening again. Paul went back to my arse. I got up on my knees to give him easier access and he parted my buttocks. I savoured the feeling of him sucking on my anus and jabbing his tongue against it. He was good at this.



“You’ve done this before,” I stated looking behind me.



“Not really,” Paul replied shyly, looking up from my arse. “I tried it on an ex-girlfriend once. I liked doing it but she wasn’t a fan so we didn’t really…”



“That’s a shame,” I sighed as his tongue returned to my arsehole. “You’re naturally talented.” I meant it too. His tongue was provoking some fabulous sensations. I bucked my arse back at his mouth to indicate my satisfaction.



“Okay, I think Tony’s ready,” Michael interrupted our pleasure. “Which way are you going to do this?”



“I should probably do her pussy,” Tony said. “I’m a bit bigger than Paul. I don’t want to hurt her.”



“You won’t,” Michael reassured. “She takes my cock easily and I’m a bit bigger than you. Still, I think you’re right. By the looks of things, Paul might be as much of an anal slut as Louisa.” He laughed. “What d’you say Paul? Fancy getting your cock up Louisa’s ass? Ever fucked up the ass before?”



“No,” gasped Paul, looking at my bottom in a new light while his eyes lit up. Evidently he was in favour of the idea.



“Now’s your chance boy,” Michael grinned. Then he said in a lower voice close to Paul’s ear, “You’re in good hands. Or rather good ass. She loves it.”



“I should lie on the couch right?” Tony checked the best way to do this.



“No I don’t think so,” Michael replied. “She’s always getting her ass fucked from above. I think you guys should do it from below. You lie back Paul and put this on.” Paul lay back, his penis stiff as a board standing up in front of him and slid a condom over it. “Now grease his cock Louisa,” Michael directed, handing me a tube of lube. I squeezed a fair amount on my hands and slathered it onto Paul’s penis while he sighed with contentment. “Now,” Michael continued his direction, “Pull your knickers to the side and hold your bottom cheeks apart Louisa, then slide down onto Paul’s dick. Slowly.” I did as instructed. Fuck it felt good. I thrust my knickers off my arse and rudely to one side then held my buttocks as wide apart as I could and felt the head of Paul’s penis nudging my anus. I pushed down and felt him slide into me. Without much effort, he was all the way in and I was sitting on his lap with his dick buried in my arse.



“Now part your thighs Louisa,” Michael ordered me. I parted my thighs. “Okay Tony,” Michael went on. “Get your cock covered and fuck her cunt.” Tony did as instructed. With Paul’s penis deep in my arse from below, Tony positioned himself between my parted legs and drove his hard cock into my twat from above. Oh God, new sensations, I thought. The feeling of being double penetrated when the dick in my arse was below me was different from the other way round but no less amazing. It wasn’t going to take long for them to make me come I thought. I could feel it building already. Tony was thrusting madly into my cunt while Paul did his best to ram his cock into my arse underneath me. He wasn’t doing a bad job considering his restricted position. Strong boy. I focused on both dicks inside me. Once again, I could feel both holes almost filled to capacity and the movement was unbelievable.



“Oh God boys,” I cried out, “Keep fucking my holes. I want to feel you come in both my holes while I come too.” This was rapidly approaching reality. Both boys were speeding up and the noises they were making were getting louder. Mine too. I was starting to howl my ecstasy again; screaming, crying, cursing with jubilation as I was banged hard from both sides. Tony in particular seemed almost possessed as he rammed his cock as hard as he possibly could into my vagina. It was as though he was trying to split me in two. I didn’t care. It felt so fucking good. I lunged my pelvis back and forth in rhythm with the guys’ thrusts, alternately pushing my twat towards Tony and my bottom towards Paul. In the midst of all this, I felt Paul jerk up my arse and begin to come. This sent me over the top and my climax hit me. You can guess what happened.



“Pull out man,” I heard Michael urge Tony. “Fucking pull out. Take that condom off and shoot on her tits.” Tony pulled out of my cunt just in time. I shrieked at the top of my voice as I came and shot cum forward about six or seven feet.

This is a direct sequel to “Two Horny Moms, Two Horny Sons” which you can find here on Literotica. It’s by daniellesadvisor who passed away a few years ago. I’ve had the okay from his friend to continue it and, like the original, it’s going to be low on plot and more about the sex. Unlike the original, I’m going to break it up into individual chapters. Everyone involved is 18 or over, by the way.



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Three Horny Moms, Four Horny Sons, One Horny Daughter



Chapter 2



The next morning, Paul walked into his kitchen to find his mom stood at the counter, getting things ready for breakfast. He paused and took in the sight of her in a pair of his boxer shorts and a short vest top that left her midriff bare and was stretched tight across her huge tits. He put his arms around her from behind, grinding his crotch into her pert ass cheeks, sliding his hands under the vest top and cupping her enormous jugs.



“Morning, honey,” Kara sighed, turning her head and kissing her son. “Did you miss me last night?”



“Yeah,” Paul said, gently pinching her nipples. “I missed not sleeping in your bed and waking up next to you.”



“I missed you too, honey,” Kara said, “but you can’t get all frisky until your friend’s left,” Despite her words, she reached behind her and grasped her son’s half-hard big dick through his boxers.



“He’s still fast asleep, mom. He won’t wake up for a while, I’m sure,” Paul said.



“But what if he does, honey? What would he think if he found you fucking your own mom?” Kara slid her hand into Paul’s shorts and took hold of his big prick, feeling it thicken in her hand.



“Well apart from being jealous, he’d probably start thinking about his own mom,” Paul said. “Man, Tiffany’s stacked. I didn’t think there could be another chick with tits as big as you and Auntie Jill but both Jason’s mom and his sister have got huge fucking racks,” Paul groped at his mother’s huge jugs as he spoke, filling his hands with her tit flesh.



Kara spun round, letting him push her vest top up, grinning as he slurped and sucked at her nipples.



“You like Mommy’s tits, don’t you honey?” she asked, reaching down and taking hold of his prick again. “Wanna slide this big, fat cock of yours between them? Give Mommy a nice tit fuck?”



“Fuck yeah,” he laughed.



“Well I’m afraid you can’t, honey,” Kara said, stepping back and pulling her vest down. “Not till your friend has left, anyway. And while you may have missed it, I just heard the bathroom door close which means your friend is up and about.”



“Damn it,” Paul said, pecking his mom on the cheek and trying to arrange his hard-on in his shorts. “Guess you’ll have to owe me that tit fuck, mom,” he said.



A few minutes later, Jason entered the kitchen to find Paul at the table eating breakfast while his hot mom finished making something for Jason. She turned and smiled at him, asking what he’d like to eat.



You! was what he immediately thought, trying his damndest not to stare at her huge tits that moved freely beneath the tight vest she wore. Jason had met Kara a few times and she was easily as hot as his own mother whom he’d been secretly fantasising about for months now.



“Ummm, whatever you’ve – - er – - got on offer – - I mean, you know – - anything’s good,” he stammered.



Kara grinned, used to the effect her good looks and porn star figure had on men.



“Sit yourself down and I’ll get something for you,” she said. “What time is your mom picking you up?” she asked. She’d met Tiffany and her family after they’d moved in next door to Kara’s sister Jill a month or so before and the three women had quickly become friends. Kara had to admit that Paul was right: Jason’s mom was easily as stacked as Kara and Jill but then so was Jason’s sister Serena. Couple that with both Jason and his twin brother Rob being gorgeous hunks and Kara’s mind had almost instantly turned to trying to seduce all of them. She’d mentioned the idea to Jill who had seemed more than willing to join in, highlighting just how much her previously staid sister had changed since her son had seduced her.



Jason looked up at the clock and winced.



“Heck, Mrs Ryan, she’s going to be here any minute. Guess I overslept.”



“Not to worry, Jason,” Kara said. “You’re more than welcome to stay over any time and I’ll happily make breakfast for you then.”



Just then there was a knock at the door and Kara glanced out at the drive to see Tiffany stood waiting. They waved at each other and Kara beckoned her in, meeting her with a hug at the kitchen door.



Both Jason and Paul stared at the two big titted women hugging, their huge tits squashing together, Kara’s vest top bulging out as much as Tiffany’s T-shirt. Aside from the T-shirt, Tiffany wore just a simple, light cotton skirt, the summer heat precluding anything more. Paul’s prick stiffened in his boxers as he imagined his mom and her friend together, sucking and fucking each other as well as him.



“Thanks so much for letting Jason stay over,” Tiffany said to Kara.



“Never a problem, he’s more than welcome, just like Rob, Serena or yourself,” Kara said. “Sorry I’m running round in my skimpies in front of Jason, by the way. Didn’t have time to get dressed.”



Tiffany looked her friend up and down, noting the obviously male boxers she was wearing and the fact that she had no bra on beneath her thin vest.



“Oh I’m sure Jason didn’t mind at all,” she said with a wink.



“Mom! Jeez, you trying to embarrass me to death or something?” Jason said, a blush creeping up his cheeks.



The two women laughed at his discomfort, though not in a mean way, and a few minutes later, Tiffany and Jason made their way out the door and to her car.



“So did you enjoy yourself last night?” Tiffany asked as she drove home.



“Yeah, the gig was good. And, you know, Paul’s a cool guy as well,”



Tiffany smiled. Jason was the shyer of her two sons and to see him getting on with a new friend so easily was good.



“And you like his mom, too, am I right?” she said with a laugh.



“Mom!” Jason whined.



“Oh come on, even I can admit she’s attractive,” Tiffany said, “and wandering round in that tiny vest with those big boobs of hers and just Paul’s boxer shorts – - you’d have to be dead or gay to not find Kara hot, Jason,”



“She’s not as hot as you, mom,” Jason blurted out before he thought it through. He blushed as Tiffany glanced over at him.



“You think I’m hot, sweetie?” she asked. Jason said nothing. “Come on, you can’t take it back now,” Tiffany said. For the briefest moment she wondered about where this was going, but then the memory of sucking Rob’s huge cock the night before popped into her head and she knew she had to carry on. “I bet I know what you like best about me,” she said. She reached up and cupped her huge tits, squeezing them as Jason watched, his mouth open in amazement. “You like Mommy’s big fucking tits, don’t you, sweetie?”



Jason nodded, not believing this was happening. Tiffany quickly turned off the main road and within moments was driving along quieter back streets which had no other traffic this early on a Sunday morning. Finding a shaded area beneath some trees, she pulled in and parked up, turning in her seat to look straight at her son.



“Want to feel them, sweetie?” she said, cupping both her enormous jugs, each as big as her head, the soft flesh filling her hands. Jason reached out with one hand and stopped, looking at her. “Do it, sweetie. Feel Mommy’s big titties,” Tiffany whispered.



Jason reached out again, this time using both hands. He groaned in lust as he took hold of his mother’s massive breasts, feeling her hard nipples pushing against his palm through her bra and the T-shirt. Tiffany gasped and arched her back, pushing her tits against Jason’s hands, feeling him rub and squeeze. She smiled at him as he shyly pulled up her T-shirt, bunching it above her tits, then peeled down the cups of her lacy bra, revealing her tits to his gaze.



“Oh god,” he murmured, gently pinching her small, stiff nipples, making her moan in pleasure.



“You like Mommy’s big tits?” Tiffany asked.



“Oh fuck yeah,” Jason said, leaning over and sucking first one then the other nipple into his mouth, biting gently at them, pawing and filling his hands with the succulent, soft flesh. His tongue lashed over them, leaving great slippery trails of spit which he rubbed into her skin, his fingers sliding over her firm melons. “Love your big tits, mom,” he mumbled into her cleavage before sucking again at her nipples.



Tiffany moaned and shook in pleasure, her pussy throbbing between her legs. She could feel how wet she was and knew that after blowing Rob last night and letting Jason suck on her tits now, there was no way she could stop before she fucked them both. She knew there wasn’t room in the small car to fuck her son now but she had to have his cock somehow.



“Sit back, sweetie,” she said, pushing him gently off her tits. Jason reluctantly sat back in his seat, one hands still groping at his mother’s enormous jugs. Tiffany looked at his crotch as smiled at the size of the bulge there, his prick hard and ready for her. She reached over and ran her hand across the formidable length. “That looks like a really big cock, sweetie,” she said. “Want Mommy to suck it for you?”



Jason looked as though all his Christmases had come at once as he lifted his ass off the seat as Tiffany unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his zipper down before tugging his trousers down his thighs. She reached into his boxers and grasped his huge, thick cock, frowning as she realised it was soaking wet and sticky.



“Oh sweetie,” she said, trying to hide her disappointment. “Have you – - cum already?”



Jason grinned. “No, mom, that’s – - that’s just pre-cum. You’ll – - ah – - you’ll know when I cum,” he said quietly proud.



Tiffany beamed and pulled his boxers down. Sure enough his prick was still rock hard and every bit as large and heavy as his twin brother’s as she held it upright, his large balls looking tight and full below it. She slid her hand up and down its length, the copious amount of pre-cum making the motion easy. As she watched, his cock twitched and yet more clear fluid leaked from the rosy knob’s slit, lubricating her hand as she jerked her son off.



“Oh, fuck, that’s a big cock,” she whispered before leaning over and putting her head next to it, looking up at her son. She held his prick still at the base and began kissing and licking up it, slurping up the clear fluid that was smeared all over it. “Mommy loves your big cock, sweetie,” she said, never taking her eyes off his. “If I suck it, will you give Mommy a big load of cum? Mommy likes lots of cum, sweetie. Do you have a big load in those huge balls of yours?”



Jason nodded, still not really believing this was happening as he watched his gorgeous, busty mother reach the head of his prick. Her lips parted and she swirled her tongue around his red cock knob, lapping up the almost constant stream of pre-cum. With a moan of lust, she plunged her mouth over his prick, taking as much as she could, cramming his fuck meat almost into her throat. She bobbed her head up and down, wanking what she couldn’t fit into her mouth, forcing the swollen knob to the back of her mouth time and again until she gagged and coughed.



“Fucking hell, mom,” Jason gasped. “Take that cock! Fuck!”



Tiffany reared back, thick ropes of spit and pre-cum linked her lips and her son’s cock before she spat them heavily onto his prick, smearing the mixture all over his hard cock. With barely a pause she stuffed his cock back into her mouth, forcing herself to go as far as she could before she gagged again. She spat streams of saliva on to Jason’s prick, looking up at her son as she covered his big prick with her spit.



“Look at your big slippery prick, sweetie,” she said. “Think you can slide that fat fucker between Mommy’s big tits?”



Though the angle was awkward, she lay in Jason’s lap as he pushed his cock between her huge jugs, sliding his lubed up cock into her cleavage as best she could. As the head of his prick popped up from between her soft pillows of flesh, Tiffany leaned down and sucked on it, blowing him as he tit-fucked her.



“God, mom! I love fucking your tits!” Jason gasped, watching as Tiffany moved her big boobs up and down his length. “Fuck – - don’t think I’m going to – - last much longer!” he managed to say.



Tiffany looked up at her son, taking hold of his cock again and jerking on it, her hand slickly moving up and down its thick hardness.



“You gonna give Mommy that big load you promised, sweetie? You gonna cum all over Mommy’s tits?”



“Fuck! Yeah! Ahhhh!” Jason groaned as his cock swelled in his mother’s hand and began spurting out huge, thick ropes of jism. The first shot up into the air before falling back on to her face, laying in a creamy line from her jaw to her hair before quickly being joined by another and another, lumps of spunk sealing her eye shut. As his cock bucked, more cum splashed against her chin, falling back on to the heaving slopes of her mammoth tits. Tiffany laughed and bent her head, taking another blast to the face before clamping her lips around his cock head, her mouth quickly filling with his jizz even as she swallowed as quickly as she could.



Jason moved her head back, watching as spunk poured out of her mouth and on to her tits. He took hold of his prick and aimed it at her face again, letting loose another salvo of cum, criss-crossing her gorgeous features with heavy lines of cock cream.



“Yeah! Cum on Mommy’s face! Cover me in spunk!” Tiffany moaned, loving the feel of her son’s jism coating her skin. She was pleased to find that Jason came as much as Rob’s huge load the night, moaning as Jason let her suck the head of his cock again. The last few spurts jetted into the back of her throat for a moment before his prick finally stopped cumming.



“Oh, sweetie,” Tiffany said, scooping the spunk from her eye and looking up at him. “You really did have a big load, didn’t you?” Jason couldn’t say anything as he caught his breath, astonished by the sight of his mother covered in his cum. “Do you always cum that much?”



Jason nodded, grinning with pride.



“Good,” Tiffany said, using his prick to slide the spunk from her face to her mouth. “Because I love the taste of your cum, I love feeling it on my face and tits,” She lifted one of her huge tits up and snaked out her tongue, sucking and licking up as much cum as she could, watching him all the while. “And I’m going to want this again and again and again. And not just blow jobs and tit fucks. I want you to fuck me as well. Is that okay with you, sweetie?”



“Fuck yeah,” Jason gasped, his still hard prick lurching in her hand.



“There’s just one thing,” Tiffany said, wondering how her son would react to what she was about to suggest. “Do you mind if I do the same with Rob as well?”



Jason smiled. “Mom, you have no idea how often we’ve told each other how we’d like to fuck you. Think you can handle us both?”



“Oh, I’m willing to try, sweetie,” Tiffany laughed, finally sitting up and trying to rearrange her spunk covered clothing.



“There’s just one thing,” Jason said repeating her line a little shyly which made her smile given what they’d just done. “Do you mind if we get Serena involved as well?”

Once again, I had found myself in hot water with Carmen. She had phoned me earlier in the day, demanding I come to her house at once. I had asked her the reason, but she had hung up on me before I’d even finished my sentence.



Carmen was my boss, and we had quite a history together. Although we had not had sex, she was aware of my sexual exploits, and had an affinity for capturing them on camera. A case in point: Carmen’s friend Gina’s teenage daughter was staying with her for the summer. Her name was Emma, and I had enjoyed a wild orgy with her and three of her female friends the previous weekend while Carmen was away on business. Incidentally, I had also enjoyed a rather interesting threesome with Emma and her mother some weeks prior. During the course of last weekend’s events, it was discovered that Carmen had put a hidden camera in the bathroom of her house so she could watch Emma in the shower–alone or otherwise. Me and the girls gave Carmen quite a show.



It occurred to me that this may have been the reason Carmen had summoned me, but it was doubtful, since she was aware of my weekend orgy with Emma and her friends, and I was certain she had watched the video, probably while pleasuring herself with her many sex toys. Regardless of the cause, I was apprehensive about our meeting. Carmen could be quite intimidating, especially when she was angry, and I had no desire to be on the receiving end of her rancour.



I reached her palatial home and rang the doorbell. The tone had barely finished ringing when the door flew open. Carmen’s cheeks were red, and her long black hair fell around her face in a slightly disorderly manner. Her brow was knit, and her dark eyes regarded me sternly. Her jaw was set, and her large chest rose and fell rapidly under her snug white t-shirt. She wore short jean shorts, exposing her long, well tanned legs. She grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.



She led me to her kitchen and spun around quickly, her breasts wobbling. She was not wearing a bra, and her nipples were faintly visible, poking through the fabric of her shirt. I tore my gaze away from her impressive bust to look at her piercing auburn eyes.



“How did you get it?” she asked.



“Get what?” I replied, clueless.



“The video. How did you get it?”



“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Carmen,”



“Don’t be an idiot. The video from last weekend: how did you get it and who did you give it to?” she spoke insistently.



“The video? I didn’t “get it” at all. I presume it’s saved somewhere on your computer, which I haven’t touched,” I said honestly.



Carmen held her glare for a few moments, then brought her hand to her brow.



“… then how could…” she said quietly, almost to herself.



“How could what? What’s going on? Why did you call me here?” I asked, exasperated.



The doorbell rang. I looked at Carmen, who seemed lost in thought. I turned and walked to the door. As I opened it, I heard Carmen say, “Wait!”



It was too late. I pulled the door open to reveal a tall, thin, attractive red-haired woman of around 35. She had high, lightly freckled cheekbones and brilliant green eyes. She wore a white summer dress with a floral print, which cut low across her modest but perky breasts. Her lips were pressed together and her fists were balled. Upon seeing me, here eyes widened and her arm mechanically sprung forward to point at me accusingly.



“You!” she shouted, her face nearly matching the colour of her hair. “It’s you!”



Suddenly, Carmen appeared beside me, pushing me out of the way and facing the visitor.



“Michelle, please come in. We’ll discuss this inside,” she said, taking the redheaded woman’s wrist and pulling her into the house.



As Carmen pulled her past me, she glared menacingly at me, her jaw clenched. I shut the door and followed the women.



“What is HE doing here?!” the woman demanded, shaking with rage.



“Michelle, please. Sit down, will you? Let me explain,” soothed Carmen, leading Michelle to a stool in the kitchen.



“No I will not sit down! Explain to me this instant what this man is doing here!” shouted Michelle, pushing Carmen’s hand away and pointing at me again.



“I asked him to come over so we could discuss this like adults.”



“What is there to discuss?! This man took my innocent daughter’s virginity and made a sex tape of his filthy orgy with her slut friends right here in this house! YOUR house!” cried Michelle, stamping her sandal-clad foot for emphasis.



“Wait… Amy is your daughter?” I said, rather unwisely.



Michelle’s head snapped in my direction so quickly that her long red hair flew out around her head. She spun and charged at me screaming, her hands like claws reaching out to tear my eyes from their sockets. Fortunately Carmen acted quickly, swinging her arm around Michelle’s waist and arresting her momentum. Michelle continued to swipe the air in front of her.



“You fucking bastard!!! I’ll kill you!” she bellowed.



Carmen pulled her into an adjacent hallway as I prudently backed away, not wanting to be torn apart by this fiery woman. I heard a hurried and hushed discussion from another room down the hallway as Carmen attempted to calm Michelle down. I wiped my brow and leaned against the kitchen counter to collect myself.



It was obvious that Amy’s mother Michelle had somehow seen our sex tape. I didn’t have much time to consider how she had acquired it, however, as the doorbell rang again. I felt it wise to let Carmen answer it, but was also slightly worried that Michelle would take the opportunity to launch another attack at me. I stayed put and listened.



“Hi honey, come in,” said Carmen.



“Are the other ladies here yet? I assume they got the same frantic call from Michelle. It’s lucky I was in town this weekend.”



I recognised the second voice. It was Emma’s mother Gina. She was a tall, curvy brunette with curly hair, long eyelashes, and massive natural tits. I had not had sex with her at the mother-daughter threesome, but mostly used Emma to tease her. I had not seen her since our sexual encounter due to the fact that she lived out of town.



“Michelle is here. The others are likely on the way over. Why don’t you go to the kitchen for a minute. Michelle is a bit hysterical and I’m trying to calm her down,” Carmen said quietly.



“God… she’s such a prude, isn’t she?” I heard Gina say.



“Shhh! Go to the kitchen,” hissed Carmen.



“Is Emma home?”



“No, she’s out with the girls. I don’t think any of them know about this yet. Now give me a minute and we’ll talk.”



I heard the clicking of high heels on the tile floor, before Gina appeared in the kitchen doorway. She wore tiny pink shorts, probably too young for her, although she was about the same age as Michelle and Carmen. A tight grey spaghetti strap tank top with an incredibly supportive push-up bra barely contained her enormous bosoms, which bulged over the scoop neck. She stopped when she saw me, then smiled widely, approaching the kitchen counter and putting her handbag on it.



“Well hello there handsome,” she said in a sultry voice. “Now I know why Michelle is so worked up,” she chuckled.



“I just got here. Look, I uh… I hope you’re not upset about–” I started.



“Oh don’t be silly. Carmen sent me the video early this week and I’ve been watching it constantly,” Gina said, brushing her long curly hair over her shoulder. “You are quite the stud, aren’t you? It’s just a shame you didn’t film everything.”



She apparently had been told that I had put the camera in the bathroom, and not Carmen. I doubted she would have been ok with her friend secretly taping her daughter in the shower.



Gina approached me and pulled me against her, putting her hand on the front of my shorts to squeeze my member.



“So when do I get my turn to have this beautiful cock inside me, hmm?” Gina muttered in my ear.



I could feel the swell of her breasts against my chest as her hand gripped my cock through my shorts and stroked it firmly. I reached behind her and cupped her full ass cheeks.



“I would fuck you right here on this kitchen counter if there wasn’t going to be an angry mother’s convention in the next room,” I joked.



“Mmmm, I’d like that,” said Gina, leaning in to kiss me.



Just before her lips met mine, the doorbell rang. Gina sighed.



“That’ll be the another angry mum. I’ll get it,” she said, releasing my hardening cock reluctantly and swaying her hips as she exited the room.



I waited, and listened.



“Sadira, Helen. It’s been a while,” I heard Gina say.



“Hi Gene. You look good,” said a high voice.



“Thanks hon, you look amazing, as usual,” Gina returned the compliment. “Come on in, the other two are in the lounge room.”



“What’s this all about? I missed Michelle’s call and she sent me this frantic text. I just happened to be having tea in the area with Helen, so we stopped by. I hope it’s not serious,” said a soft voice with a mild middle-eastern accent.



“No, honey. It’s a storm in a teacup if you ask me. But you know Michelle…” said Gina exasperatedly. “This way.”



I heard the women enter and make their way to the lounge room through the front room. Carmen came down the hall and beckoned to me.



“You’d better be here for this. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from Michelle,” grinned Carmen.



I followed her down the hallway.



I entered a large room with a couple couches, a large television, and bay windows facing Carmen’s back yard and pool area. Michelle was sitting in an armchair near the tv, and the two two ladies stood together near the adjacent leather couch, while Gina sat opposite Michelle on another armchair. The ladies were chattering excitedly as I approached, but all conversation came to a halt as I entered the room.



Michelle attempted to burn holes in my head with her eyes, then quickly looked away in anger, crossing her arms and legs. Gina smiled at me, stealing a glance at my crotch. The other two ladies stared openly at me. The one on the left was short and shapely with shoulder-length blonde hair and a fringe. She wore a tight sleeveless white top and a red wrap around skirt with flat sandals. Her face was round, with big red cheeks and blue eyes. Her breasts were gigantic, pulling her shirt material taught across her chest. She blinked rapidly at me, then smiled with a hint of lasciviousness in her eyes.



The woman on the right was brown-skinned, with black flowing hair just past her shoulders. She wore a loose off-the-shoulder light blue low neck dress which hung beautifully from her large, round tits. I guessed from their perfect symmetry, bulging curves, and high perky nature that they were surgically enhanced. She wore a belt around her curvy waist, and exposed a large amount of her long, lean brown legs, which led to her small, heel-clad feet. She seemed equally taken with my presence and smiled a smile identical to her companion.



“Oh, hello!” said the blonde. “Carmen, you didn’t tell us you had a friend over,” she added, not taking her eyes off me.



“He’s my colleague, Helen–”



“He’s a sleazy prick!” shouted Michelle.



The dark-haired woman looked annoyed. “Do you mind telling us what this is about, Michelle? Your message suggested it couldn’t wait.”



“I’ll do better than that, Sadira–I’ll show you!” barked Michelle, jumping from her chair and rummaging in her handbag.



She retrieved a small object and plugged it into the tv. She grabbed the remote and switched on the television, mashing the buttons.



“Oh for goodness sake! Make this thing work, Carmen!” she ordered, unable to get the display working.



Carmen looked annoyed, but finally obliged, taking the remote from Michelle and pressing a few buttons. The screen lit up with a shot of Carmen’s empty bathroom.



“Skip ahead!” commanded Michelle.



Carmen pressed another button and the video skipped forward until quickly moving bodies were visible. She played the video, which showed Amy and Emma sitting on the edge of the tub, their legs spread. Holly and Aysha were kneeling in front of them, busying themselves with shaving the girls’ pubic hair. I stood between the girls, my engorged cock stuffed into Amy’s cheek as she sucked my knob eagerly.



A stunned silence pervaded the room. Everyone watched the video, not daring to even breathe. In the video, I popped my dick from Amy’s mouth and swung it across to Emma’s face, her hand gripping my long shaft as she took my cock between her lips, her cheeks sucking inward as she fellated me.



Michelle watched the scene, then turned challengingly to the others in the room, looking at them each in turn. I looked at Gina, whose hand obscured her mouth, attempting to conceal a naughty grin. She seemed to be enjoying Michelle’s visible discomfort. Helen’s eyebrows were raised, and Sadira’s mouth was making an ‘o’ shape. I looked at Carmen and swore I could see her nipples harden under her t-shirt as she watched the erotic action.



“Well??!!” blurted Michelle, throwing her hands outward towards the women. “What are we going to do about this?!”



Gina spoke first. “‘Chelle, I know it seems shocking, but our daughters are adults. They’re going to explore their sexuality.”



“Oh really? And you’re ok with this?!” Michelle said quickly, pointing at the screen. “His penis is ‘exploring’ your little girl’s mouth and you’re barely batting an eye!”



“I realise no mother wants to see this sort of thing, but it’s a reality,” Carmen chimed in.



Michelle turned on Carmen.



“I see. So it’s a ‘reality’ that you set up cameras in your bathroom to record unsuspecting teenagers?” she accused.



“I–” Carmen stared.



“No, it wasn’t Carmen. It was me. I put it there when I was doing work here a couple weeks back. I was hoping to catch Carmen in the shower and stuff,” I said. “I didn’t know it was Emma’s bathroom.”



All heads turned towards me.



“So how come in the video you say “is this a good enough show for you, Carmen?”, if she didn’t know about it?” demanded Michelle.



“I was going to show her. She was pissing me off at work and I was going to show her the video to make her mad. I never did… I just said it in the heat of the moment.”



I looked at Carmen.



“I’m sorry, Carmen. I hope you can forgive me,” I said, hoping I sounded sincere.



“You’re apologising to HER?!! You violated our daughters! You should be apologising to us!!!” Michelle shouted furiously. Her green eyes almost glowed with fury.



“Excuse me, but they’re all adults, and they all consented. They knew about the camera. In fact, they practically forced themselves on me. You’ve obviously watched the video; do you see any indication that what they were doing was not completely voluntary? No! They loved it!” I said, getting rather heated myself.



At that very moment, Amy could be heard on the video clearly saying, “I… I want you in me.”



This was too much for Michelle. Once again, she launched herself at me in a fit of rage, but Carmen had plenty of time to intercept her and push her back into the armchair.



“Calm down, Michelle! Act like a grown up for Christ sake,” urged Carmen.



“Are you not angry? He put a hidden camera in your bathroom!” Michelle said, sounding exasperated.



“No, I’m not angry. We have an… interesting relationship.” Carmen looked at me, appearing thankful that I took the blame for the camera.



“Wh–what about you two? You haven’t said a word between you!” Michelle said, turning to Sadira and Helen.



Helen was still staring at the screen (the girls and I were walking out of the shot at this point), her fingers touching the side of her neck gently. Her nipples protruded through her tight white top. Sadira looked at me, her cheeks flushed.



“Well, they’re not kids anymore, Michelle. I kind of agree with Carmen and Gina. Getting involved with this will just drive them away from us and make them more secretive,” offered Sadira.



“Wha… I… but… Helen, what about you?” stammered Michelle.



Helen was still stroking her fingers along her neck.



“Helen!” cried Michelle.



“What?! Oh, I’m sorry hun, I was miles away. Frankly I don’t see the problem. You can’t shelter your daughter from her own sexuality. She should explore and discover what she likes. Holly and I are share these things with each other. I think it’s healthy,” finished Helen.



“So you knew about this?” said Michelle.



“Oh, heavens no. I mean, we don’t tell each other EVERYTHING.”



There was quiet as Michelle looked from one person to the next, incredulous.



“Ok… right. So you want your daughters to explore their sexuality. But what about this sex tape? I found it on Amy’s computer. Who knows who else he’s shared it with?! It could be all over the internet by now!”



“Michelle, I promise I have not shared this with anyone except for Emma. She must have given a copy to Amy. Trust me; I don’t want this video getting out either,” I said, trying to allay Michelle’s fears.



She eyed me, assessing my sincerity. It appeared as though she believed me, as her face softened subtly. She brushed a lock of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. She took a deep breath and calmly stood. She stepped towards me and I took a cautious step back. She put her hands up, indicating her benevolence, and approached me, addressing me directly, her piercing green eyes searching mine.



“I must admit, I am very surprised by these ladies’ ambivalent attitude toward their daughters’ sexual escapades. However, I suspect the girls’ fathers would have a significantly different reaction.”



She cocked an eyebrow menacingly. Sadira stood and walked up behind Michelle, putting her hand on Michelle’s arm.



“Honey, none of us want that. I think we should keep this between us,” she said.



“Yes, that would be for the best,” echoed Carmen.



I breathed a sigh of relief.



“No.”



I looked to the direction of the voice. It came from Helen.



“No, I’m with Michelle. I think we should tell their fathers.”



“Helen! No… it would destroy them. Not to mention that the girls would never speak to us again,” said Sadira.



Even Michelle seemed surprised, yet she remained silent.



“Maybe, but perhaps Michelle is right. Something has to be done to prevent this happening again,” said Helen calmly.



“No, please. I’ll delete the video. I’ll get the girls to delete it too. I’ll–”



“–No, I’m afraid that’s not good enough. The damage is done,” she said, cutting me off.



“Helen–” Carmen began.



“–No, Carmen,” retorted Helen, standing up and approaching me, taking a place next to Michelle. “He needs to be punished,” she finished, grinning sadistically.



I began to understand what was unfolding. It was obvious that Helen cared little about the video, or her daughter’s slutty behaviour. On the other hand, she knew that Michelle had a valid threat against me. She was intending to use this to her advantage.



She reached out and touched my chest with her open palm.



“So… what do you say to that, sweetie?” she asked me.



“Helen… I’m a reasonable man. Maybe we can reach some kind of arrangement,” I hinted.



The women looked on curiously.



“Perhaps. Maybe you should take your shirt off while we negotiate the terms,” Helen said, poking my left peck through my t-shirt.



Michelle gasped and Sadira raised her eyebrows. I heard Gina guffaw from her armchair to my right.



“Helen, what on earth…?” Michelle said.



“Oh darling, surely you’re not that naive. We’ve got him right where we want him. It was you who made the threat. I think we should have a little fun with him while we decide his fate,” replied Helen.



“I like it!” Gina said, crossing her long legs. “Go on then, take it off.”



Helen put her hands on her hips and Sadira was smiling to herself, avoiding eye contact with Michelle who looked at her friends in bewilderment. I quickly pulled my t-shirt up over my head and dropped it at my feet, displaying my firm, toned, but not overly muscled torso. I took care of my body, and was proud to show it off.

“Wow. I like what I’m seeing,” mused Helen, eyeing my body up and down.



“This is insane!” cried Michelle.



“Honey, what’s the harm? Helen’s right, we’ve got him. What’s wrong with having a little fun,” said Sadira, twirling a lock of her long, dark hair around her finger.



“Sadi! For god’s sake, you’re married!” Michelle said, alarmed.



“As are you! Don’t try to tell me you’re not thinking what we’re thinking. You’ve seen the video. You’re not curious? Don’t you want to take a peek at his–”



“Sadi!” repeated Michelle, blushing furiously.



Helen joined the conversation. “Your daughter is an adult. She’s going to choose for herself, and if you can’t cope with that then it’s going to be very hard for you to be her mother. The rest of us agree that we keep this between us. Are you going to go against the wishes of your friends?”



Michelle was about to speak, but stopped herself, her finger raised in mid-air.



“I know you, ‘Chelle. I know this must be difficult for you, but you have to let go,” Carmen said, approaching Michelle and touching her shoulder gently. “Now why don’t you sit down for a bit,” she continued, leading Michelle to the couch. “Here’s a young, fit, handsome man, and you can ask him to do whatever you like. And he’ll do as he’s told, or we’ll support you in your decision to tell the girls’ fathers. No one’s telling you to DO anything, honey. All you have to do is sit back and enjoy the show. I think we can all live with that, can’t we?”



Her last question was rhetorical. Helen and Sadira sat next to Michelle, and Carmen sat in the armchair.



“So, what do you want him to do?” asked Carmen.



All eyes were on Michelle. She fidgeted with her hands, looking at her friends. She finally looked at me searchingly. I gave her a small, friendly smile. She seemed to relax.



“Ah…. right. I’d like you to, um… if you could please… just–… take your shorts off,” she said, awkwardly. Her rosy cheeks nearly matched her fiery red hair.



The women tittered with delight and watched me intently. I grinned and unfastened my shorts, letting them fall to the floor. Underneath I wore a tight pair of boxer-briefs. My flaccid manhood stood out prominently, its length running down the left side of my thigh, nearly poking out from underneath my boxers. I put my hands on my hips and waited.



Michelle saw the bulge of my manhood and blinked rapidly, shifting in her seat. Helen was smiling widely.



“Come closer, honey,” she beckoned.



I stood in front of her at the couch as she leaned forward. She reached her finger out and traced the length of my meat, right to the tip. I felt a tingling sensation in my groin as the blood began to rush into my penis. Wordlessly, Sadira imitated Helen’s gesture, and I felt another surge in my groin.



“Sadi!” said Michelle in a harsh clandestine whisper.



Sadira continued to stare at my thickening bulge, her fingertip circling my barely concealed dick head. Helen looked at Michelle, then put her hands on my thighs, moving me over so I was standing directly in front of Michelle.



“Go ahead, honey. Touch it,” offered Helen.



“Helen! I’m a married woman!”



“And so is Sadi, but she didn’t hold back! Come on, be a sport. It’s just for fun. We promise not to tell David.”



Michelle looked at Helen, then to my groin. Her hand tentatively reached up and paused centimeters from my bulge. Very slowly, she traced her fingertips along my length. As she did so, my erection grew, causing the tip of my cock head to poke out from under my boxers. When Michelle’s fingers touched it, she flinched, pulling her hand back.



“Oh! So he’s come out to play, has he?” giggled Helen.



Michelle looked shocked as my full dick head emerged like a turtle coming out of its shell.



“Hey, I can’t see!” complained Gina.



“Step back, darling, so we can all watch you,” ordered Helen.



I did so, as Carmen and Gina moved their chairs around so they were in better viewing position.



“Why don’t you dance for us,” suggested Sadi, linking her fingers at the top of her shin, her eyes burning with desire.



“Dance? Really?” I said, stalling.



“Yes, do it,” Helen said.



I felt awkward and embarrassed, but had no choice. I began to rotate my hips and twist my torso, holding my arms aloft to give the ladies a clear view of my toned body. I felt ridiculous, but decided to play along. I turned around and waved my firm ass back and forth in front of the attentive audience.



“Ooou yes, baby! Shake it!” chirped Gina, laughing loudly.



I turned back around and observed the women. Aside from the mirthful Gina, Helen and Sadira looked like schoolgirls sneaking a peek into the boys’ locker room. They leaned against each other and giggled softly as Helen pointed to my exposed cock head and Sadi bashfully put her fingers over her mouth. Michelle was still blushing hard, and seemed to be resisting the urge to smirk as she looked alternately between my face and my groin, her eyes trailing along my hard body in between. Carmen sat back in her chair, bemused. The elbow of her right arm sat on the arm rest, and she had placed her index finger on her cheekbone, casually biting the nail of her middle finger as she watched me.



I swayed and grinded my way over to Michelle, thrusting my groin in her face. She cried out and leaned back in mock repulsion, turning her head to the side (but keeping her eyes on my dick) and pushing her hand against my washboard abs.



“Get away! Go stick that thing somewhere else!” she shrieked.



But her hand lingered on my stomach, even sliding a few centimeters down toward my waistband.



“Yeah, bring it over here you sexy man,” Helen said, grabbing my hand and pulling me across to her.



She put her hands on my stomach and slid her fingers down to my waistband, attempting to pull my boxers down. I pushed her hands away and stepped back quickly.



“Ah-ah-ah, not so fast Helen,” I chastised her.



“We can already see your knob sticking out, let’s just get this over with,” she retorted, gesturing at my cock.



“Alright. But you can’t use your hands; you have to use your mouth,” I insisted.



“Fine by me, sweetie,” agreed Helen, putting her hands behind her and leaning forward, her breasts stretching her top tight.



Sadira giggled and played with her hair.



“Oh Helen, you’re lucky you’re divorced,” Sadira said, looking enviously at her friend’s eager face.



“I believe everyone has agreed that what happens in this room stays in this room, yes? What your partners don’t know won’t hurt them,” said Carmen.



“That’s easy for you to say; you’re single!” retorted Michelle.



“Honey, when was the last time David did something like this for you? I mean, I love Vincent, but he definitely doesn’t look like this young handsome boy. No one’s judging us. I think we should… indulge a little bit,” added Sadira, obviously taking Carmen’s suggestion and running with it.



“Well said, Sadi. Now get over here, you!” ordered Helen.



I walked slowly up to Helen and stuck my pelvis out, my hands behind my head. She smiled up at me lasciviously and placed several small, soft kisses along my shaft leading up towards my waistband. Once there, she took it carefully in her teeth and began to pull it down. I felt my dick harden further as Helen exposed the base of my thick shaft. She pulled down steadily, my boxers slipping down my hips as my cock strained against the cotton like a loaded spring.



As my cock became more and more exposed, the women watched in eager anticipation for my full unveiling. they did not have to wait long. As Helen pulled my boxers down past the point of no return, my cock sprang free from the elastic waistband, smacking Helen’s forehead and flicking her fringe in the air. She cried out and laughed as she leaned back into her seat as my heavy meat bobbed in front of the women. I put my hands on my hips and watched them as they all stared unabashedly at my huge semi-erect manhood.



“Oh my god, it’s so BIG!” exclaimed Sadira, her hand over her ample chest.



“It’s wonderful!” cooed Helen, still giggling as her eyes followed my bouncing dick head.



“It’s… magnificent,” added Michelle in spite of herself, staring wide-eyed at my cock, her mouth slightly open.



Gina laughed and winked at me. Carmen remained composed, hardly moving; but her eyes were locked on my penis.



“Well don’t stop there, keep dancing for us!” said Helen.



I laughed and continued my awkward strip tease for the hungry women, rotating my hips and letting my horse-cock slap against my thighs. I pulled my boxers completely off, tossing them to Carmen with my foot. They landed on her lap and she casually brushed them to the floor, giving me a subtle grin. I danced in front of each of the women in turn, enjoying their lusty expressions and loud encouragement.



“Wooo, yeah baby! Swing that cock!” squealed Sadira as I gyrated in front of her.



Michelle turned her face to the side as I waved my dick about, but she watched out of the corner of her eye, her hands held out defensively in case I got too close.



“Ok ladies, time to have some real fun. Who’s going to touch it first?” asked Gina.



“Oooh, can I? Please?” Sadi said, raising her hand as if answering a question at school.



I stood in front of her, my cock swaying between us. She looked at me coyly, then reached tentatively for my semi-engorged member. My perspective allowed me a lovely view down the front of her dress, and I noted that her tit-job precluded the need for a bra. The neckline of her dress draped softly over the tops of her breasts but I could see between them, and admired their perkiness.



I felt Sadi’s hand wrap around my girth, and she held it to the side, admiring its size. She inhaled deeply and I saw her nipples harden against her dress.



“Oh my god! It’s so thick!” she exclaimed, squeezing it gently.



She stroked her small hand up my length until it reached the tip, then pulled my foreskin back as she stroked back down. Her eyes were wide with wonder. I felt a hand on my thigh and noticed that Helen was reaching for my balls. She cupped them and rolled them in her palm as her other hand gripped my buttock.



“He’s got some nice big balls to go with that huge cock, too,” Helen said cheerfully, “and they’re freshly shaved, from the feel of it. Very soft,” she finished, rolling my nuts between her fingers and caressing my shorn scrotum.



Sadi slowly stroked my shaft again and I felt blood surge into my member as I enjoyed the sensation of Helen’s soft hands on my nuts.



“Oh! I can feel it getting harder!” Sadi said excitedly.



“Let me try!” Helen said, removing her hand from my ass and taking a firm grip on my column just below my dick head.



She forced her hand down, pushing Sadi’s hand off my cock as she stroked me. Sadi reached back to fondle my ass as her hand replaced Helen’s on my nut sack. Helen wrapped her other hand around my dick so both fists gripped my penis. A couple inches emerged from her top hand.



“Fuck that’s a big cock!” she exclaimed, seeming genuinely surprised.



She squeezed my shaft hard and I moaned as I became harder, my cock head swelling under the pressure. I moaned again.



“You like that, don’t you?” said Helen, beginning a slow, firm stroking motion up and down my long meat stick.



“Oh yeah, Helen, that feels really good,” I replied.



“Don’t use my first name, it’s impolite. Call me Mrs. Thompson,” she responded sternly.



“Yes Mrs. Thompson,” I said obligingly.



She smiled at me with superiority, then looked back to my cock as she continued to stroke it. Sadi giggled as she cupped my balls.



“And you can call me Mrs. Kashani,” she said, looking up at me with her dark brown eyes as she batted her long eyelashes.



“Ooou, I like this game,” Gina said, joining the conversation. “I’m Mrs. Miller,” she added, standing and offering me her hand.



I took it and bent down, kissing it. “It’s a pleasure, Mrs. Miller.”



“Miss Beaumont, perhaps you should introduce our shy Irish friend,” Gina said to Carmen.



Carmen stood and sat on the arm of the couch next to Michelle.



“You don’t want to be rude to our guest, do you? Introduce yourself,” said Carmen.



Michelle looked up at me, blushing, then looked back to my cock, which Helen was still firmly stroking.



“This is absurd,” she said dismissively, shaking her head and averting her gaze.



“You’ll have to forgive Mrs. Ryan. She’s a bit of a prude,” Gina offered.



“Shut up, Gina!” barked Michelle angrily.



“Ok hun, don’t get upset. I’m just trying to have some fun.”



“Look, if you’re uncomfortable you don’t have to stay, ok Michelle? No pressure,” added Carmen, rubbing Michelle’s shoulders soothingly.



Michelle frowned and remained silent, but made no motion to leave. I groaned involuntarily as I continued to enjoy the handjob I was receiving from Helen.



“Hey, let’s give someone else a turn, yeah?” said Gina, pulling me back by my shoulders.



I grunted in pain as Helen initially refused to release my cock, but she eventually relented, letting my now rock hard penis slip from her hands.



“Don’t rip it off, sweetie,” chastised Gina, approaching me and putting her arm around my waist.



With her other hand she carefully cradled my cock, making sure it was not injured. Satisfied, she closed her fingers around it and stroked it.



“Mmmm, you really got him nice and hard, Helen,” she noted. “Did Mrs. Thompson make your dick feel good?”



“Yes, Mrs. Miller, Mrs. Thompson knows how to jerk a cock,” I responded, happy to play the part.



“Mmmm, that’s right, honey. Me and my horny milf friends know how to do a lot more than that, too. Do you want us to show you?” Gina asked.



“Oh yes, Mrs. Miller. I’d like that very much.”



“Well too bad. You’ll have to do better than just whip out your cock and get us to pleasure you,” retorted Gina, roughly tossing my dick from her grip and stepping back, crossing her arms under her huge tits, causing them to bulge over her neckline.



“Uh, what?” I said stupidly, disappointed that the handjob had stopped.



“Masturbate for us. Stroke your cock,” ordered Gina, taking charge.



It was obvious to me that she was getting her revenge for when I fucked her daughter in front of her several weeks back.



“Yes Mrs. Miller,” I replied, wrapping my hand around my girth and jerking my penis at a steady pace.



“Be a good boy and step closer. I want everyone to have a good view of you masturbating your big cock in front of our group of clothed mature women,” said Helen.



“Yes Mrs. Thompson. Is this close enough?” I said, stepping within a meter of the semi-circle of women.



“That’s wonderful, honey. Now give that beautiful cock a good wank,” said Sadira, rifling blindly through her handbag, searching for something.



She found it and brought it out. It was her mobile phone. She touched the screen a few times, then aimed it at me.



“For posterity, darling,” she smirked.



“Wait a minute–” I began to protest.



“Be quiet and stroke your cock. I won’t ask you again,” said Gina sternly.



I had no choice but to obey.



I surveyed the attractive 30-somethings seated in front of me, avidly watching the impromptu strip show. Carmen sat on the couch arm on my left, her arm behind Michelle resting on her shoulder, her other arm laying across her lap. She watched me with interest, but her expression did not give much away, as usual. She had seen me naked many times, but had not succumbed to my advances. She was my boss, after all. I wondered, as I stared at her hard nipples poking out from her t-shirt, whether this time would be different–whether she would let me touch her, taste her, fuck her.



I looked next to Michelle, who looked as though she was struggling with the situation, her expression alternating between pained guilt, innocent wonder, haughty indifference, and suppressed lust. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes were sometimes averted, at other times sneaking quick glances at my face, or simply staring unflinchingly and wide-eyed at my cock. I smiled at her discomfort, and hoped the influence of her slutty friends would sway her opinion of me.



Helen was the least abashed of the group. She grinned widely and squirmed in her seat, rubbing her palms on the tops of her thighs. She made the most eye contact with me, winking and licking, or pouting her lips, trying to turn me on even more. She would occasionally push her arms together, forcing her breasts to bulge under her sleeveless top. Her erect nipples indicated that she was excited, and I imagined her pussy getting moist.



Sadira sat leaning forward with her hand under her chin, her other hand holding her phone, panning it up and down my body, but mostly focusing on my engorged cock. The neckline of her dress drooped low and gave me a fantastic view at her breasts, although her nipples remained hidden from view. She was fixated on my stroking hand and my throbbing cock, and seemed as though she was having a staring contest with my one-eyed monster.



Finally, Gina sat on my right on the other arm of the couch. She leaned back slightly with her hands behind her, supporting her. Her huge tits stretched the shit out of her grey tank top, and I could see the tops of her bra cups peeking out from underneath. She dangled her high heeled sandal from her toes as she looked me up and down, seemingly contemplating which part of my body she would like to lick first.



I stood in front of these beautiful women, stark naked, masturbating my turgid cock, imagining what they looked like with their clothes off, remembering my orgy with their daughters, becoming more and more aroused.



“Oooh, look! I see some pre-cum leaking out!” squealed Sadi, pointing at my cock head.



Helen quickly leaned forward and swiped her finger on the tip of my cock, taking the bead of pre-cum and sucking it into her mouth, savouring the taste.



“Mmmm, he tastes wonderful,” she commented, licking her lips.



“Are you going to jerk me off again, ladies? I feel like I’m going to cum soon,” I said, feeling my excitement build.



“No, I don’t think so. We want to see you make yourself cum. Why don’t you stand here,” Carmen gestured to a spot next to her. “Gina, Helen, pull that coffee table over here, will you?”



The women stood and pulled a nearby glass coffee table across until it was in front of the couch. I stood at the end of the long table closest to Carmen, and she had me face sideways, my cock pointing the length of the table.



“Thanks babe. Now, sweetheart,” continued Carmen, addressing me. “When you cum, ejaculate on this table. I think we’re all curious to see how much sperm you can produce.”



“But, can’t you, um, at least help?” I said hopefully.



“No. This is a punishment, remember?” Helen said sternly. She was, however, unable to hide the excitement in her eyes.



“Just cum for us, honey. I want to see you shoot your sticky white jizz all over this table,” Sadira added, patting the table top with the fingers of her free hand.



“Ok, ok… aaah… it won’t be long…” I groaned, reaching down to cup my balls and stroke my cock faster.



“Oooh, look at him go, ladies! Wank that cock!” encouraged Helen, laughing.



“Yes baby, spunk for us!” added Gina.



“I’m… I’m getting closer,” I muttered, feeling a tingling sensation in my nut sack.



All five ladies now leaned forward almost in unison, eager to have a close view of my impending ejaculation.



“Yes, blow your load. Give us your cum!” said Sadira enthusiastically.



Finally, I reached my climax.



My hips thrust forward as my hand stroked back, squeezing my cock just below my glans. I groaned and squeezed my balls as I felt them twitch, and I felt a rush of fluid travel the length of my hard cock. My cock was aimed upward at a 45 degree angle, and my first blast of hot semen erupted violently, shooting a thick stringy wad of jizz high into the air. It sailed as if in slow motion over the clean surface of the coffee table, losing its battle with gravity along the way. Ten pairs of eyes followed its trajectory across their field of vision. I heard several loud gasps and a couple cries of surprise and delight as my cum projectile flew before the women, finally splashing down on the glass with an audible ‘splat’. The voluminous load splattered across the table’s surface, leaving a sticky trail behind it, bordered by smaller droplets of cum. No sooner had my first shot landed, than another one was spurting from my tip.

I did not even need to stroke my dick as the next shot lept from my cock, squirting across the table like a bottle of mayonnaise. It spattered next to my first ejaculation, leaving another white stripe nearly the entire length of the table surface. I heard more gasps and surprised cries.



“Oh my god!” exclaimed Helen.



I sighed loudly and jerked my cock, coaxing another load from my heavy balls, aiming my dick parallel to the floor. The rope of semen left another strip of sticky goo on Carmen’s living room furniture.



“Wow! Look at that cum fly!” squealed Sadi, her mouth wide with wonder.



“Uuuggghhh!”



I stroked myself again, unleashing more jizz–this one a long, thick string that landed near the left side table edge nearest the women, sliding a bit on the smooth glass surface, carried by its velocity.



“Oh fuck! That one nearly got away!” giggled Gina, pointing to the curved line of white goo.



Another stroke of my rod caused another spurt of sperm. It still had volume, as well as momentum. It splashed down in the centre of the table as I moaned, stealing a glance at the milfs to my left. Carmen had a smug grin on her face, yet I detected a hint of arousal. Perhaps she was recalling the time I unexpectedly came on her face and tits in her office not long ago*. At any rate, her nipples were still as hard as diamonds, and poked prominently from her t-shirt. Her breasts were enough to cause another spasm in my balls, which released another wad into the living room air, making its suicidal drop to the cum-dappled table below. *see ____________________________



“My goodness!” said Michelle in a breathy voice.



She looked shocked and partly repulsed by my ejaculation. Indeed, the volume I was producing was significant–the gooey mess displayed liberally on the coffee table for all to see. Her right hand hovered in front of her mouth as if she might be sick, but I noticed she had uncrossed her legs, and her other hand was lost in the folds of her dress near her crotch. Was she touching herself?



“Look, he’s still cumming!” cried Helen, pointing at my cock as another spurt shot from my urethra.



Helen and Sadira giggled like schoolgirls, delighted by my ejaculatory display. They leaned against each other, holding hands and flinching reflexively as each rope of cum was launched from my dick, squealing with mirth. Sadira seemed to be having trouble capturing the action on her phone camera, attempting to follow the cum shots as they flew through the air. As the women jumped in surprise, their breasts bounced in response, enhancing the pleasure of my orgasm and encouraging my seminal bombardment.



“Oh yes honey, give us every drop of your hot cum!” cried Gina.



Gina was now straddling the arm of the couch, her feet on the floor and her hands planted in front of her, gripping the edge of the arm. She seemed to be grinding her crotch against the couch as she watched me, her eyes half closed, her mouth open as if hoping to catch some of my sticky offering. She had sandwiched her breasts between her arms, causing them to bulge insanely outward to the extent that nearly half her bra was showing. I even noticed the slight change in skin tone near one of the hot pink bra cups, indicating the edge of her right areola. I stroked my cock again, enjoying the prospect of Gina’s enormous tits bursting free of her top.



I had one shot left in me, which came out thick, but with little momentum, so that it dropped near the close edge of the coffee table. I moaned as I gave my cock a few more slow strokes, then pinched the tip, squeezing out a thick gob over my fingers as I moaned. I looked down at the sticky mess on Carmen’s glass coffee table. I had given it a generous coating of my sperm, giving it the impression of a semi-translucent Jackson Pollock painting. Even I was impressed by the volume of my seed streaked liberally over the surface.



“Now THAT is a cumshot!” declared Helen, breaking the silence.



I released my cock, letting it sway between my legs as it slowly became flaccid, and put my hands on my hips, exhaling deeply.



“You must have saved up for weeks, darling!” said Sadira, gazing at me with a cheeky smile, still filming me.



“Michelle, you’ve been rather quiet. What do you think?” asked Carmen.



Michelle blinked rapidly, here eyes surveying the white gooey mess on the table top.



“There’s so much cum…” she said softly. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”



Michelle then reached forward and extended her index finger, tracing it through a few thick strands with childlike interest. Helen and Sadi immediately followed suit–Sadi finally putting her phone back in her handbag–and participating in the cumshot finger painting. Gina was surprisingly silent during the aftermath of my orgasm. She was still riding the arm of the couch, her tits on the verge of popping out of her bra.



“God, I’m so fucking horny right now. That was so hot watching you cum for us, baby,” she said, standing.



She knelt beside the table and pulled her hair over her shoulder so it would not drag through my jizz. She used her index finger to wipe a large gob from the table top and brought it to her mouth.



“No, Gina. Don’t give him the satisfaction,” commanded Carmen.



She reached behind her and retrieved a box of tissues.



“Ladies, clean your fingers, then join me in the back yard. I fancy a dip. You can borrow swimwear if you like. It’s up in my room; I’ll show you. You, sir, have some cleanup to do. I want you to make this table look as good as new. There’s some cleaner and some paper towel in the kitchen.



“Oh,” she added, putting her hand on my cheeks and turning my head to look into her gorgeous auburn eyes. “And don’t even think about putting those clothes back on.”



The women looked disappointed, but complied with Carmen’s request, each taking a few tissues and wiping their fingers clean. As Carmen led them from the room, they each looked at me–Michelle seemed a bit embarrassed, and Helen and Sadira ogled my body and smiled naughtily at me. Gina strayed behind slightly, waiting until the other women had left the room, then crouched down and took another wad of cum on her finger. She stood directly in front of me and looked me straight in the eye, then slowly put her finger in her mouth, sucking my spunk clean off, then licking her lips.



“I hope there’s more where that came from,” she said softly in my ear as her fingers gently stroked my hanging cock.



She winked, then left the room to follow the other women.



I sighed deeply, then made my exit to the kitchen to get what I needed to clean up.



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“All done, are we?” said Carmen, poking her head into the living room.



I was sitting on the couch stark naked with my phone waiting for the women to come downstairs. I could hear the other ladies chattering as they made their way to the back yard.



“Does this meet your standards, Miss Beaumont?” I said sarcastically, gesturing at the clean coffee table.



Carmen entered the room, still wearing her white t-shirt and jean shorts. She inspected the table, seeming satisfied.



“That will do. Why don’t you join us outside? Get some chilled wine from the fridge and some glasses. You may have a beer, if you like.” With that, she sauntered out to the back, swaying her womanly hips enticingly.



I slid the screen door open and emerged into the warm, sunny, summer air, carrying the wine, beer, and glasses on a tray. I placed it on the patio table and began pouring. I carried the wine to the women, and was pleased with their change in garments.



Gina reclined on a lounger and was wearing Carmen’s black bikini, which fit her quite well as she had a similar body shape: curvy and busty.



“Thank you slave boy,” she joked, taking the wine.



I admired her tanned body and bulging breasts before offering Carmen a glass. She took it wordlessly and sat in a nearby lounger, rolling the bottom of her t-shirt up to expose her tummy to the sun. Her breasts tugged at the material as she reclined, still free from any support.



I turned to the other two occupied loungers, where Sadi and Helen reclined. Sadira wore a small white bikini which contrasted wonderfully with her caramel coloured skin. Her large fake tits sat high and proud on her chest, and her lush, black hair cascaded dramatically over her shoulder. Her body was lean, with a flat stomach and toned legs, but her hips had a womanly curve, and I could only imagine how sweet her arse must be, if it was anything like her daughter’s. She smiled widely at me as I handed her the glass, sitting up to receive it in order to either show off her bust, or get a closer look at my penis. Either way, it was difficult to tell, as her large sunglasses obscured her eyes.



Finally, Helen wore a pink two-piece, the top a strapless band of material gathered in the centre. It was almost comical how ill-fitting it was over her enormous bust. Her breasts were squashed together, creating beautiful cleavage, and the bottoms of her tits burst out from underneath the top, unable to be contained. Her top offered hardly more coverage than a strip of duct tape wrapped around her upper torso, and I got a good, long look as I leaned over to hand Helen her drink.



“Thanks honey. Do you like my bikini?” she asked, looking down at her bulging bosom and leaning on her elbows to puff out her chest.



I thought the bikini top would snap like an elastic band, and was mildly concerned that either it, or Helen’s tits exploding outward, would damage my eyesight. Her bountiful mammaries bulged around the confines of the narrow bikini, and I felt a tingling in my loins.



“It’s very… impressive, Mrs. Thompson,” I replied, unable to look away from her bulging orbs.



Satisfied, she reclined again and took a sip of her wine, giving me a cheeky grin.



After serving the women their drinks, I took my beer off the table and stood awkwardly by, unsure of what was expected of me.



“Well don’t just stand there. Pull up a lounger,” suggested Carmen.



“But, where’s Miche–erm, Mrs. Ryan?” I asked, looking around.



“She’s getting changed. Please, take a seat,” Carmen said, pointing at an empty lounger.



I dragged one over between Sadi and Helen and reclined, my limp cock rolling on my thigh. I took a long draught of my beer.



“So how do you feel being our slave boy for the day?” Gina asked me, adjusting the small black triangles of material covering her magnificent rack.



“Well, it’s a little frustrating, to be honest. I’m surrounded by very sexy women in extremely revealing clothing who just had me masturbate to orgasm while they watched. It’s a tease, to say the least.”



“Ha!” laughed Gina, “You loved it!”



“Yeah… it was kind of embarrassing, but fun at the same time. I came really hard thinking about you all watching me jerk off,” I admitted.



“I think you probably got most of us moist too, honey,” said Sadi, reaching over to touch my arm. “It really was a spectacular thing to see.”



“Oh definitely! I’m still wet, actually. That beautiful cock of yours can shoot an awful lot of cum,” added Helen, giggling.



“See? This is what I mean: now you’re talking about your moist pussies! It’s torture!” I cried as I felt my member twinge with excitement.



“Yes, I bet you’re itching to have your cock inside a hot, tight, wet pussy right now, aren’t you?” taunted Carmen, pulling her jean shorts down over her legs to reveal a tiny white thong.



“If it would even fit,” Sadi quipped, looking over the tops of her sunglasses at my dick as if making an assessment.



“Ok, now you’re just being mean,” I said, taking another sip of my beer.



“Oh slave!” called Gina in a singsong voice. “Go inside and get my tanning oil from my handbag in the kitchen. Chop chop!” She mockingly clapped her hands.



I sighed. “Yes Mrs. Miller.”



I set my beer down and made my way into Carmen’s house. I quickly located the coconut-scented tanning oil in Gina’s handbag, and was about to return outside when I heard a voice.



“Wait a moment. I’d like to speak with you.”



I turned around and saw Michelle in the kitchen doorway. She wore green string bikini bottoms tied in loose bows low on her hips, and a small plaid cowboy-style shirt tied underneath her breasts. The buttons were not fastened, and the soft curves of her peach-like breasts were visible above the knot of the shirt. Once again, I felt a familiar feeling of arousal in my loins.



“Um, sure Michelle,” I said uneasily, nervous about whether she was going to try to attack me again.



She swayed her hips as she approached me and tossed her long red mane dramatically over her shoulder, her strappy heeled sandals clicking on the tile floor.



“I believe you were asked to call me Mrs. Ryan,” she reminded me, standing an arm’s length away with her hands on her sexy hips, seeming to enjoy my discomfort.



“Erm, yes… I’m sorry Mrs. Ryan.”



“That’s better. Now, I’m going to ask you a few questions, and you’re going to answer me truthfully. I’m going to speak to my daughter about this later, so don’t try to lie or mislead me.”



“Um, I don’t think that’s–”



“–I don’t care what you think. Just answer me honestly; you owe me that, at least.”



“Yes ma’am,” I replied.



“When you had sex with my daughter, did you use protection?” she asked quietly and coldly.



“Uh, no Mrs. Ryan. But I’m clean. And I didn’t, erm…” I said quickly.



“Yes? Continue,” she urged.



“I didn’t cum inside her.”



Michelle assessed me silently.



Appearing satisfied, she said, “Ok, good. Did you coerce her to do anything she was reluctant to do?”



“No! Of course not! I have the utmost respect for women, Mrs. Ryan. I would never try to make anyone do something they didn’t want to do. I told you, the girls practically threw themselves at me,” I responded confidently.



“Did you have anal sex with her?”



“No, I didn’t. Even though… No,” I finished, stopping myself.



“‘Even though…’? Even though what?” said Michelle insistently.



“Well… Amy… wanted to try it. I was having anal sex with the other girls and Amy felt left out, so she asked me to put it in her… bottom. But I didn’t. I knew it would hurt her,”



Michelle scrutinised me carefully, looking for a falsehood. Finding none, she raised her hand and placed it on my chest, as if touching me would allow her to better discern my truthfulness.



“This is my daughter, we’re talking about. My innocent, naive, sexually inexperienced daughter. Are you trying to tell me that she asked you to fuck her in the ass?” Michelle’s tone was acidic and threatening.



“Yes, I swear to god I’m telling the truth. You said you were going to talk to her about it–ask her yourself.”



Michelle held my gaze with her deep, green, piercing eyes. A long pause ensued, neither of us blinking. I felt the warmth of her hand on my chest and my cock stirred. Finally, she spoke.



“What else did you do with her?”



“Mrs. Ryan, are you sure–”



“-Yes, I’m sure. I want to know. Tell me what else you did with my daughter.”



“Ok… I, um, I gave her oral sex…”



“You mean you ate her pussy,” she said, matter-of-factly.



“Yes… I ate her pussy. And she sucked my cock, as you saw in the video,” I said, seeing that she wished me to be explicit. “Then we had sex in Carmen’s bed while the other girls watched,” I finished.



“Did you make her cum?” asked Michelle.



“Yes. I made her cum several times.”



“And did she make you cum?”



Michelle’s high heels meant that she was nearly my height, and her eyes looked directly into mine, burning with an internal green fire.



“Yes.”



“You said you didn’t cum inside her. Did you cum in her mouth? On her face? On her body?” Michelle stepped closer and I vaguely felt her nails on my chest.



“The first time I came on her face,” I said.



“You filthy prick. You sprayed all that cum on my daughter’s face? She must have been drowning in it,” Michelle commented, sounding appalled, but curious.



“No, I mean, I came on all their faces. They each got some of my spunk,” I clarified.



“Oh? And the second time?” asked Michelle, faintly raising her eyebrows.



“I fucked Amy from behind and came on her back and all over her cute little ass,” I said, getting carried away.



Michelle opened her mouth as if in surprise, but I noticed her eyes were half shut and realised that she was becoming aroused. Her nails pushed firmly against my skin and her cheeks were flushed and rosy.



At that moment I felt the tip of my cock touch something soft and warm. Michelle and I both looked down in surprise and saw that my penis had become erect and was now touching the inside of her thigh, just below her bikini-clad mound.



We both froze, staring at my thick cock as it pushed gently against the soft, pale skin of her inner thigh. We looked back at each other, and I felt a strong, overwhelming urge to pull her into me and kiss her deeply. Her hand slid up my chest to my neck and she leaned in, tilting her head slightly, her lips parted, her eyes closed.



“Where’s my fucking tanning oil you big-dicked slave boy?!” shouted a jarring voice from outside.



Michelle and I both jumped, and she stepped backwards, pulling her hand to her chest as if she had touched a hot stove. She looked as hot as ever, her flowing red hair slightly covering her face, her cheeks and chest blushing, her legs very slightly crossed at the thighs, concealing her no doubt tingling pussy.



She looked at my bobbing cock, then at my face, composing herself.



“After you, “slave boy”,” she said, smiling.



“But Mich–Mrs. Ryan, don’t you want to–”



“–After you,” she cut me off, pointing at the sliding door, still smirking.



I sighed exasperatedly and made my way back outside with the tanning oil, not caring about my obvious erection.



“What took you so long? We’ve been wait– oh!” exclaimed Gina as my boner bounced into her field of vision.



“And what have you two been doing?” asked Helen, noticing Michelle stepping out behind me. She sounded extremely jealous and annoyed.



“I’ve been teasing him, just as you’ve all been doing. That’s what he’s here for, isn’t it? So we can tease him and he can entertain us?” Michelle said, sweeping past me to the lounger I had previously been occupying, giving me a tap on the bottom as she passed.



She put on some sunglasses she’d picked up inside and reclined. She was being very careful to keep her legs crossed, and I suspected she may have made a wet spot on her bikini bottoms.



“I’m glad you’ve come to see it our way, Michelle,” smiled Gina. “Now get over here with that oil you little pervert.”



I walked over to Gina’s lounger, the eyes of all the women glued on my large, bobbing erection. Gina’s lounger was partially reclined, so that her head was just above my groin level.



“Straddle me,” she said.



I stepped across her middle and stood above her, my big dick pointing directly at her face.



“Good. Now pour some oil on your cock so that it drips onto my tits,” she continued, shuffling her position and settling into the lounger.



Her massive breasts rolled on her chest, barely contained by her black bikini. Her hands were on the arm rests of the lounger. I opened the cap and pushed the base of my cock down so that my penis was angled at Gina’s breasts. I squired the tanning oil onto my shaft and watched it slide down over my dick head, then drip the aromatic oily liquid down directly between the marvelous orbs below me. Gina tipped her torso back and forth, watching the thin strings of oil drip over the bikini material and down the soft flesh of her bosom.



“Mmmm, that’s it. Now I want you to rub it in.”



I put the bottle down on a nearby table and reached out eagerly with my hands. Gina slapped them away.



“No, honey, not with your hands–with your cock,” she said patronisingly, pointing at my dripping member.

She settled back and put her arms at her sides, pushing her chest out. I shrugged and bent my knees, lowering myself to her bust and gripping the base of my hard cock. I began by gently rubbing my cock head in small circles on the insides of her huge tits, dragging it between her mounds and pushing it into her soft pillowy flesh. She smiled at me and watched my dick’s progress over her greasy tits, distributing the oil. Her nipples stood out from her bikini cups, and I rubbed them each in turn with the tip of my penis. Gina moaned her approval.



“Ohhh that’s nice. You’re doing a very good job, baby,” she encouraged.



I was getting a great deal of pleasure from rubbing my dick head all over Gina’s enormous, oily, breasts. My cock throbbed in my hand, and Gina’s nipples tickled the underside of my penis. The other women watched avidly, but I hardly noticed, focusing instead on Gina’s warm bosom. After a few minutes, I decided to be bold. Moving quickly, I pushed my cock against the inside of Gina’s right breast, then slid it under her bikini top, pushing the cup sideways and exposing her tit. The tight string and cup material disappeared under her melon as her boob came into full view.



“Oh you cheeky fucker! Look what the little prick did! He just popped my titty out of my bikini with his cock!” giggled Gina, making no effort to cover the large exposed breast.



I rubbed my dick head in circles around her areola and smacked it across her hard nipple.



“Mmmm fuck yeah,” hummed Gina. “Do the other one.”



I repeated my actions on her left breast, slipping her bikini off and teasing her nipple. Her tits were now liberally covered with the tanning oil. A thick drop of pre-cum leaked out of my cock and stuck to her nipple. Gina laughed and reached her hands up to cup her tits, pushing them up to her face.



“You must be itching to get that cock wet,” Gina said, licking my pre-cum from her nipple slowly and sensuously. “Or to stick that dick between my oiled breasts. Am I right, slave?”



“Yes. Can I fuck your tits, Mrs. Miller?” I asked.



“What’s the magic word?” she replied.



“Please? Can I please fuck your big, oily tits, Mrs. Miller?” I begged.



“You know I can’t say no to that glorious cock,” she purred, pulling her tits apart so I could lay my pipe between them.



I pushed my cock down, eager to feel her warm, soft melons envelop my shaft, when a pair of hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me backwards. I stumbled, but regained my footing and stepped over Gina’s lounger, turning to see who had stopped me from getting a tit wank. Carmen stood with her arms crossed, smiling at me.



“What about the rest of us?” said Carmen.



“Yeah!” chirped Sadira, “I want some oil too, honey.” She beckoned me with her finger.



Carmen nodded to me, giving her permission. I picked up the oil and approached Sadi as I had Gina, straddling her lounger. I poured some oil on my dick and began rubbing it slowly and methodically over Sadi’s tits. They were noticeably more firm than Gina’s.



“Is that ok Mrs. Kashani?” I asked.



She tilted her head up to my face, appearing to be broken from a trance.



“Oh yes, honey, that’s very nice. But let’s not fuss about,” she added, reaching up to untie the bikini string around her neck.



“No. Let me,” I said, holding her hands gently.



She put back down, resting them on the tops of my thighs as she smiled and tilted her chin up. I put down the oil and moved her glasses up onto the top of her head, pushing her thick, black hair back from her face. Her almond coloured eyes looked into mine as my fingertips touched her neck, sliding back to take hold of the white bikini strings. My cock was resting between the large mounds of her caramel breasts, and I brought my face close to hers as I gently pulled the strings.



The bow came apart, and as I drew them down towards her bust, she opened her mouth and closed her eyes, lifting her lips towards mine. I backed away just enough so she could only feel my breath on her lips and pulled the bikini cups off her tits, exposing her large areolas, slightly darker than her usual skin tone. I watched her nipples harden as I released the bikini strings, lifting my head back up and taking hold of my penis.



“God baby, you’re making me so hot. Rub your dick on my nipples,” she sighed, her nails digging into my thighs.



Her tits may have been fake, but the surgeon had done a marvelous job. They were plump and round, sitting up on her chest and pointing to the sky, but they did not look stretched or hard. There was enough fatty tissue already present to give them an almost natural shape and consistency. I didn’t think the size had been augmented by much.



“Your breasts are really lovely, Mrs. Kashani. I’d be honoured to rub my cock all over them.”



I teased her nipples with my dick head and spread the oil to the skin previously covered by her bikini. She watched me keenly, occasionally twisting her body to push her breast up against my penis, or to allow it to dip in between them. Her warm hands stroked my thighs lovingly. After a few minutes, I noticed Helen on the lounger next to us. She was lying on her side, her head supported by her hand, her other hand softly and unabashedly stroking between her legs. Sadi noticed as well.



“Ok, honey, I think it’s time Helen had a turn,” Sadi said reluctantly.



Helen immediately perked up and lay on her back, ready for me. She quickly grabbed the bottle of oil and squirted it on her tits. As I straddled her, she reached up and grabbed my ass, rubbing and caressing it.



“Mmmm, so firm and tight. Now get that cock between my tits you filthy boy,” she barked.



Her bikini looked as strained as ever. I began rubbing my cock on her pouting cleavage, but Helen shook her head.



“No, no. Stick it between them… from underneath,” she insisted.



I crouched down and put the tip of my cock against her soft underboobs billowing out from underneath the bikini.



“Yes, that’s right. Now push it in,” she urged.



Holding my shaft steady, I pushed my cock head between her warm, oiled boobs, my eyes rolling as it slid into her warm bosom, the pressure from her bikini making her tits feel like a tight pussy. Helen enjoyed the view as she watched my cock head slowly emerge at the top of her cleavage, coated in oil. She sighed deeply.



The expanding of her chest, combined with my hard shaft buried between her tits was too much for the bikini to bear.



A loud ‘SNAP’ was heard as the fastener at the front of her bikini broke apart. Her massive tits exploded into view, my cock flying out from between her busty embrace. We both flinched as we watched her tits wobble on her chest as my cock bobbed between them. There was a moment of stunned silence, then everyone broke out in gales of laughter.



“I told you that bikini wouldn’t hold your big tits, Helen,” chuckled Carmen, sipping from her wine glass.



“Gives new meaning to the term ‘busty’, doesn’t it?” I quipped, admiring Helen’s hard, pink nipples, and areolas that nearly matched the colour of her skin.



“It’s nice to have everything out in the open. Now smack that big cock on my titties, darling,” said Helen, pushing her huge breasts together.



I smacked my dick head against her nipples, watching the flesh ripple with the impact. After a minute, Carmen touched my shoulder and pointed to Michelle.



“Now Mrs. Ryan,” she ordered.



Visibly disappointed, Helen sighed and smacked my bottom as I turned away from her. I straddled Michelle and applied more oil to my penis.



“I’m not well-endowed like these other ladies,” said Michelle, a touch of resentment and envy in her voice, “but size isn’t everything,” she added confidently.



“Look who you’re talking to!” joked Helen, rubbing her tits where the bikini had dug in.



“I’m sure you’ll like what you see,” Michelle said, ignoring Helen.



As with Sadira, I moved her sunglasses atop her red, flowing hair. I looked into her emerald eyes, then down into her cleavage. The cowboy shirt tied firmly below her bust held her breasts snug, creating succulent, freckled lumps of smooth, milky bosom. I drew a heart shape on her tits with the tip of my cock and smiled at her. I loosened the ends of the shirt, then bent down and pulled the material with my teeth, my nose pushing into her cleavage. The knot released, and I pushed the shirt to the sides with my penis, exposing her chest.



Her perky, medium-sized breasts were gorgeous. They were perfectly shaped, with soft curves underneath, capped by small dark pink nipples in contrast to her pale skin. My cock involuntarily twitched as I admired her tits, and Michelle, noticing this, gave me a cheeky grin.



“I told you. Now why don’t you get this oil rubbed in, and don’t miss any spots,” she said cheerfully, pleased that I was impressed by her pert breasts.



I squired more oil on her body and liberally distributed it with my dick, using it like a paintbrush. Her hard nipples stimulated the underside of my cock head, and more pre-cum seeped out onto the top of Michelle’s left breast.



“You must be awfully excited,” said Michelle, seeing the pre-cum and touching it with her fingertip.



“I am very turned on right now, Mrs. Ryan. You’re all so beautiful and sexy,” I replied.



She rubbed the pre-cum over my dick head as her hand roamed to my balls, gently cupping them and rolling them in her fingers. I moaned as I traced circles around her right nipple.



“Alright, that will do,” said Carmen after a minute.



She was still standing by the table. I stepped over Michelle, giving her tit a quick smack with my cock, then approached Carmen. I noticed that Gina had gotten up and had filled a pitcher with pool water.



“Is it your turn, Miss Beaumont?” I asked.



“Yes it is,” said Gina, before Carmen could respond.



Gina approached Carmen from behind and put one arm around her waist. With the other, she tipped the pitcher of water over Carmen’s chest. Her white t-shirt soaked through and revealed Carmen’s large breasts and pale brown nipples. She shuddered slightly as the cool water dripped down her body, making the small patch of pubic hair visible through her panties. I ogled her dripping tits through the t-shirt and felt my cock twitch again.



Gina put the empty pitcher down and let her hands roam Carmen’s body. Shamelessly pinched Carmen’s nipples, squeezed her breasts, slid over her stomach and down to her crotch. Gina’s fingers dipped briefly into Carmen’s panties, and I saw Carmen’s eyes flutter.



“Ok honey, easy. Take my shirt off first,” said Carmen.



Gina wordlessly obeyed, lifting the wet t-shirt up and over her head, Carmen’s lovely tits coming into unobstructed view. Gina dropped the shirt and caressed Carmen’s boobs.



“God, I love your tits, baby. I want to suck on your hard nipples,” breathed Gina.



“Mmmm, I love it when you talk dirty. Do you think our friend would like to watch you suck my tits?” offered Carmen.



“Yes I would, Miss Beaumont,” I said breathlessly, my hand going to my dick.



“Wait, you two are lovers?” said an incredulous voice from behind me.



Michelle had sat up, her open shirt hanging loosely off her shoulders, her perky tits standing proudly from her chest.



“Yes, ok, the secret’s out,” said Gina impatiently, still fondling Carmen’s bust.



“Wow… well I think it’s sexy!” squealed Helen, reminding me of her daughter, Holly.



“I’m so horny right now I would gladly eat a pussy,” added Sadira, untying her bikini and tossing it on the table. “It would be just like university again.”



“I bet that would be a big tease for you, wouldn’t it? To watch us play with each other while all you can do is wank your cock,” laughed Helen devilishly.



“It would be torture not to be able to join you, Mrs. Thompson, but I would like nothing more than to watch you pleasure each other,” I replied honestly.



“In that case, get your sexy arse over here, Sadi. Let’s show him how real women eat pussy!” cried Helen, squeezing her breasts and tossing her hair.



Sadira stood and approached me, kissing me on the cheek, then turned away and knelt on the end of Helen’s lounger. Helen obligingly opened her legs as Sadi began kissing the insides of her thighs.



“What?! So you’re bisexual as well?” exclaimed Michelle, now sitting on her lounger with her feet on the patio.



“Don’t tell me you haven’t tried it, Michelle. It’s just a bit of fun,” Helen said somewhat condescendingly.



“Don’t take that tone with me, Helen. Just because I’m not as slutty as you–”



“Don’t argue, ladies. This is supposed to be fun. No one’s forcing you to be with a woman… although your daughter did give it a try and she seemed to like it,” Carmen interrupted, cleverly breaking the tension and giving Michelle a chance to join the party.



Helen smirked at Michelle, then looked down to Sadi, removing her sunglasses from her head and running her fingers through her hair.



“Yes, honey, taste my pussy,” she urged Sadi.



Sadira’s ass was sticking up in the air invitingly, the thin white material barely concealing her anus, and her labia slightly visible on either side. Her bottom was almost as firm and round as her daughter’s, and my mouth watered at the thought of pushing my cock between her plump buttocks. Gina was still molesting Carmen’s body, pinching her nipple with one hand, the other hand buried in her panties and moving rhythmically. I was afraid to stroke my cock too quickly or firmly, in case I blew my load prematurely.



I looked at Michelle, whose face was red, her breathing rapid. She stood suddenly, her titties jiggling with her movement, then strode quickly over to Helen’s lounger, throwing her shirt from her shoulders and onto the ground. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing and her fists were balled in anger.



“So you want some pussy then, eh Helen? How’s this?” barked Michelle.



She went behind Helen’s lounger and released the catch, dropping the back of the chair so it was parallel to the ground. Helen cried out in surprise as she fell back, but before she could recover, Michelle has straddled her face, kneeling on either side of her head, facing her feet. Michelle reached behind her and grabbed a fistful of Helen’s hair, pulling her face into her crotch as her other hand pulled her bikini bottoms to the side, exposing a shaved pussy. Michelle ground her cunt roughly against Helen’s mouth, baring her teeth and rotating her hips. I could hear muffled whimpering coming from Helen as she struggled against Michelle’s unexpectedly forced oral sex.



“You like that, bitch? Do you like the taste of my pussy?” taunted Michelle, her red hair falling around her face in an unruly manner.



Helen’s hands were pushing on Michelle’s thighs to little avail, and me, Sadi, Carmen, and Gina watched breathlessly as Michelle continued to grind her pussy on Helen’s face. After a few moments, Michelle lifted her pussy from Helen’s mouth. Helen gasped for air.



“Fuck, ‘chelle! What the hell are you doing?” she exclaimed.



“I’m teaching you a lesson. Stop being such a bitch to me.”



“Ok! I’m sorry!” she gasped. “Michelle, I just want you to have fun with us, that’s all. Let your hair down a little. I’m sorry if I teased you, honey,” Helen apologised.



“Alright… ok. You’re forgiven. God… look what you’ve made me do,” said Michelle, embarrassed, her pussy still poised above Helen’s face, her bikini bottoms still pulled to the side.



Helen giggled. “I never would have guessed you had it in you, darling. I was wrong to doubt you. And might I say that you have a very pretty little pussy,” she finished, admiring Michelle’s bare slit.



“Thank you, Helen. I’m sorry for just mashing it in your face like that.”



“I don’t think she minded, actually. Her pussy is soaking through her bikini,” noted Sadira, still kneeling between Helen’s spread legs.



I stepped beside Helen’s lounger to get a better view. Sadi was gently stroking a wet spot on Helen’s crotch.



“You naughty girl!” laughed Michelle.



“You haven’t seen how naughty I can really be,” challenged Helen. “Bring that sweet pussy back down here.”



Michelle gently lowered herself to Helen’s eager tongue. I watched Helen rapidly dip her tongue between Michelle’s small, pink labia, then use her fingers to spread them, lifting her chin to tickle her clitoris with her tongue.



“Oh Helen, that’s… that’s very nice,” breathed Michelle, bringing her hand up to her right breast and caressing it.



I watched Helen’s mouth work with practiced efficiency at stimulating various parts of Michelle’s vagina. Sadi–inspired by Helen’s enthusiastic oral–decided to indulge her lesbian desires and pulled Helen’s bikini bottoms to the side to reveal Helen’s bald pussy. She lowered her head to Helen’s cunt lips and licked the entire length of her bare slit, her tongue parting her labia and leaving a thick swath of saliva. Helen hummed her approval, but did not stop eating Michelle’s pussy.



“Damn, this is so fucking hot,” I commented, slowly stroking my rock hard shaft.



Michelle looked up at me as if noticing me for the first time. She smiled and bit her lip, rolling her shoulders in and tilting her head suggestively.



“Looks like it’s our turn to put on a little show for you, honey,” she said, winking.



“I’m enjoying the view so far, Mrs. Ryan.”



“Good. Oh!” she exclaimed, jumping slightly. “God she’s good! My husband almost never goes down on me, and when he does he’s not nearly as talented as Helen,” she said to me conversationally.



“Maybe you should play with her breasts, Mrs. Ryan. Show her your appreciation,” I suggested.



Michelle pursed her lips and reached down to Helen’s enormous boobs, pushing them together and letting her hands roam over the oily orbs.



“My goodness, I don’t know how you girls walk around with these big breasts,” she marveled. “Don’t they get in the way?”



“Sometimes, but don’t they feel lovely?” said Gina, admiring Carmen’s tits as she cupped them.



“Yes, they do. Aaaaaahh,” moaned Michelle, closing her eyes and pinching Helen’s nipples as a wave of pleasure passed through her body.



“How does Mrs. Thompson’s pussy taste, Mrs. Kashani?” I asked, turning my attention to Sadira.



Sadi lifted her head and licked her lips.



“She tastes wonderful, dear. Maybe if you kiss me you can taste for yourself,” she suggested.



I immediately leaned down to Sadira before anyone could protest and planted my lips against hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth, tasting the tangy musk of Helen’s pussy juice.



“Hey! No one said he was allowed to join in!” protested Carmen.



Sadi reluctantly broke off our passionate kiss.



“Oh come on, Carmen. I think we’ve teased the poor boy enough. His cock looks like it’s going to explode,” she said, looking at my engorged member sympathetically.



“The three of you are married women, and you seem the most eager to have him. Ironic, isn’t it?” mused Carmen.



“Not really. We’ve slept with the same men for years. It would be nice to have a change… a very BIG change,” Sadi replied, still looking at my bobbing cock.



“You mean… you’re really going to let him fuck you?” said Michelle to Sadira.



Her tone was one of concern and disbelief, but I looked at her face and saw something different: hope. She wanted Sadi to say ‘yes’, probably because this would give her implicit permission to do the same. I supposed the twisted logic went something like, ‘If everyone else is doing it, then it must be ok’. Of course, in her aroused state, and the fact that the group of us were a hair’s breadth from an all-out orgy, no doubt contributed to the loosening of Michelle’s moral fiber.



It also occurred to me that she may have felt jealous of her young daughter, who was able to have her tight pussy filled by my thick cock without reservation or guilt. Her daughter who was able to attract a young, fit, well-hung man with a mere lift of her skirt. I didn’t doubt that Michelle would still be able to pull younger men, but she likely felt restricted by her marriage and her sense of decency. I chuckled to myself as I thought of the word ‘decency’, while I watched Michelle have her pussy eaten by her female friend in front of a naked man and his harem of women. I hoped that ‘decency’ was not something Michelle had on her mind today.

“Well… I was… kinda thinking about it,” Sadira said hesitatingly. “Look at him and tell me you don’t want him to bury that big cock in your pussy right this moment.”



Michelle looked at me and bit her lip again, trembling slightly as Helen sucked avidly on her clit.



“Ooohhh… I do. I really doooo,” she moaned.



“Well then, maybe we should. Our husbands don’t have to know. It will be our secret,” Sadi quietly spoke, as if afraid of being heard.



Helen popped Michelle’s clit from her mouth and added, “Oh for fuck’s sake, of course we’re going to fuck him! Now get that mouth back on my cunt, Sadi!”



Gina and Carmen laughed, and Sadi obediently dipped her face back between Helen’s legs.



I approached Michelle and took the sunglasses from her head, placing them on the table. I ran my fingers through her mane of brilliant red hair, noticing faint freckles on her nose and forehead, fading into her hairline. Her beautiful green eyes looked up at me with longing–as if we were reunited lovers. It struck me, this connection; this desire. It was something more than lust. I almost instinctively bend down and put my lips on hers, my hands on either side of her face. Our kiss was long and passionate, deep, meaningful. When we broke apart, we looked each other in the eyes again, both surprised by the intimacy of the moment.



“Whoa. What happened there?” Gina’s voice broke the silence.



“N-nothing. We–erm, he just kissed me,” stuttered Michelle.



“Then that was one hell of a kiss, honey,” said Gina, looking dubious.



“Well something definitely happened. Your pussy is dripping like a faucet!” Helen offered, licking her lips and rubbing her fingers over Michelle’s sopping pussy.



Michelle squirmed and looked about uncomfortably. I saw her look at Carmen, who’s face had turned red, a dark shadow apparent on her brow. I sensed that she was jealous of Michelle, but was attempting to hide it. I struggled to understand–Carmen had had plenty of opportunities to keep me for herself, but she’d hardly so much as touched me. She had forced me to have sex with Natalie in front of her, she had filmed me having sex with my other co-workers–Sarah, Alice, and Courtney–but she would not let me have sex with her. I was curious to know what she might let me do to her this afternoon.



I stood straight, still reeling from my kiss with Michelle, and noticed that she had put her hand on my hip. She looked at my face, then down to my cock, which was a hard as ever.



“It’s ok, Michelle, you can touch it. Don’t feel bad,” I tried to coax her.



She looked up at me again, a stern expression returning to her face. She slid her hand to my shaft and gripped the base almost painfully hard.



“I told you…” she said through gritted teeth, “to call me Mrs. Ryan.”



She smiled devilishly at me as she rotated her hips against Helen’s face. She groped Helen’s left tit roughly and slid her fist up and down my shaft with firm, even strokes. The pleasure was instant and incredible, and I moaned aloud as Michelle watched me, regaining the upper hand, so to speak.



“That’s much better than stroking your own dick, isn’t it?” she said in a husky voice, breathing hard as Helen sucked one of her labia loudly between her lips.



“Yes Mrs. Ryan. Your hand feels amazing wrapped around by cock.”



She seemed pleased with herself, and watched her handiwork with a bemused smile. I looked at Sadi, who was now thrusting two of her fingers deep into Helen’s wet pussy as she tongued her clit. I could hear Helen moaning between Michelle’s legs.



“Now things are really getting exciting,” Gina said. “I think I need a closer look.”



She kissed Carmen on the lips, then trailed the fingers that were in Carmen’s panties up her flat stomach, between her lovely breasts, then into her own mouth, sucking them clean. She strode confidently over to me, her massive tits bouncing deliciously with every step, until she was standing to my right. She playfully spanked my ass as she pushed herself up against me, her tits pressing into my side as I put my arm around her waist. She admired Michelle’s hand job, then cupped my balls, rolling them in her dextrous fingers.



“Mmmm, that’s better. Who wants to watch when you can be part of the action?” mused Gina.



“Oh god, Helen, yes! Keep doing that,” cried Michelle, obviously impressed by the oral wizardry being performed by her companion.



I could see Helen’s head moving rapidly back and forth across Michelle’s nether regions, as she herself began to tremble. Sadira was finger-banging Helen hard and fast as she looked up her trembling body.



“I can feel your pussy squeezing my fingers, honey. Cum for me!” urged Sadi.



Carmen had pulled her lounger up close to the action, sitting opposite me. She reclined, adjusted her sunglasses on her nose and ran her fingers through her hair. I watched her cup her breasts for a moment, teasing her nipples, before running her fingers down her stomach to her panty line. She parted her legs and slipped her fingers into her panties as she licked her lips.



Helen’s hips were now bucking against Said’s fingers as her mouth disengaged from Michelle’s pussy.



“Oh fuck yes! Keep going Sadi! Keep finger fucking my pussy! Aaaaahhhh!” she cried, her tits rolling on her chest as Michelle groped them.



She came hard, her hips in the air as Sadi supported her ass from underneath, putting her mouth over Helen’s swollen clit. I felt Michelle’s hand stroke my cock faster as she watched Helen cum underneath her. I bent my knees and hooked my thumb over Gina’s bikini bottoms, pulling them down over her plump ass. I fondled her buttocks with my right hand, and put my left hand on the back of Michelle’s neck.



Helen cried out again as Sadi sucked on her clit, her fingers buried in her pussy.



“Ooooooh god! Mmmm gimme this cunt!” Helen screamed, her hand yanking Michelle’s bikini bottoms aside, then stuffing her face roughly against her bare pussy.



Michelle’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. Her shoulders pulled up and her hand squeezed my cock hard, my dick head bulging from the pressure. I saw her nipples harden and poke outward from her tight areolas as goosebumps broke out on her arms. Helen’s tit bulged between Michelle’s fingers. Helen was moaning loudly against Michelle’s pussy, and Michelle squeaked as her orgasm overcame her.



Michelle pulled on my cock, and I had to step towards her as I winced from the pain. Gina kept her body against mine as Michelle shook, leaning her face against the length of my cock as she gripped the base.



“Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhnnnnn!” she moaned, her eyes closing as Helen continued to eat her wet pussy.



Helen’s hips had dropped back down to the lounger, and Sadi had removed her fingers from her pussy, licking Helen’s cum from them as she sat up to get a better view of Michelle’s orgasm. Michelle’s breathing came in jerks as her body convulsed on Helen’s face, her titties jiggling sexily. She subconsciously rubbed my cock on her face as she came, letting the pleasure sweep over her.



After a minute, her orgasm faded, and her grip on my penis relaxed slightly. She slowly opened her eyes, suddenly becoming aware of my warm dick pressed firmly against her face from her jaw to her hair. Strands of her flaming red hair fell across my cock head as she gradually regained her composure.



“Oh… oh wow,” she said, pulling away, but not releasing my member. She let go of Helen’s breast, her hand print clearly visible on the pink skin, and pushed her hair from her flushed face.



“Helen, that was lovely. You have a very talented mouth,” complimented Michelle.



“Thanks, hun! It was a pleasure eating your sweet little pussy while I came,” said Helen as she slid from underneath Michelle and sat next to Sadi, kissing her passionately, their tongues squirming against one another.



Aroused by their lesbian kiss, I slid my fingers along Gina’s ass crack down to a very moist area between her legs.



“Oh! Cheeky boy!” she squealed, clearly pleased.



She stepped back from me and removed her bikini bottoms, stepping daintily out of them. She had a small patch of brown pubic hair above the slit between her soft, puffy cunt lips.



“Michelle, sit down beside Helen. Move over a bit, Sadi,” she said, sitting herself down on the lounger next to Sadira.



Once they were all seated next to each other, Gina spoke.



“Well, you’re the one holding his cock, Michelle; I think you should probably go first.”



“Go first?” said Michelle.



“What do you think she means, sweetie? Suck that big cock!” giggled Sadi, rubbing her tits in eager anticipation.



Michelle looked up to me, then to my cock throbbing in her hand. She stroked it firmly a few times as I positioned myself squarely in front of her. She glanced to the other women.



“Our secret, right?”



“Absolutely,” confirmed Helen, touching Michelle’s leg confidentially.



Michelle looked back up into my eyes and smiled, pointing my rigid cock at her face.



“Well darling, do you want me to put your big cock in my mouth and suck you off?”



“Yes please, Mrs. Ryan. I would love to get a blow job from you.”



“Yes, I’ll bet you would you little pervert,” she chuckled, twisting her fist around my glans.



Not breaking eye contact with me, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue, softly placing my big knob against it. I could feel her hot breath on it, as her wet tongue squirmed against the underside of my dick head. Very, very slowly, she slid my dick along her tongue into her mouth, her sexy red lips closing around it. Her hand stroked backwards as she pushed my cock into her throat, and I watched her cheeks draw inward as I felt an immensely pleasurable suction pull at my member. She held me there for a moment before slowly sliding it out of her mouth and pointing it upward, licking the entire length of my shaft and prodding my balls with her tongue.



“Oh fuck yes, Mrs. Ryan. I’ve been waiting for this all day,” I breathed.



Michelle chuckled again and stroked her saliva along my length, then put her mouth over my cock again and began bobbing her head in time with her stroking hand. Her other hand cupped my nuts as she worked her oral magic. I began moaning as I watched her red hair wave with her rhythm. She looked up at me as she blew me, her eyes watering slightly as she attempted to accommodate my size.



“You look so pretty sucking my cock, Mrs. Ryan. And it feels incredible,” I said, stroking Michelle’s hair. “You have a very lucky husband.”



She slipped my dick from her mouth, slurping the excess saliva.



“This is a treat, darling–even for my husband. But I must admit, I would be much more keen on sucking his cock if it was as magnificent as yours,” she said, jerking the last few inches of my penis with quick, firm strokes.



“If you enjoy it that much, then you can suck my cock anytime you like, Mrs. Ryan.”



She smiled up at me, pleased. She was moments away from putting my cock back in her mouth when Helen interrupted her, gripping my cock near the top.



“Let’s not forget about the rest of us, Michelle. You’re not the only one who wants to suck it,” barked Helen, pulling me over to her by my dick.



“Ow! Please Mrs. Thompson, be gentle. There’s plenty for everyone!” I said, wincing from the pain.



“Oh, I’m sorry honey,” she said looking at me apologetically. “How can I make it up to you?” she joked, stroking my shaft as she opened her mouth.



Helen’s oral style was much more aggressive than Michelle’s soft ,rhythmic, wave-like fellatio. She jerked her head back and forth like a bird, my cock head hitting the back of her throat as she gripped my ass with her free hand to gain leverage. She twisted her fist around my shaft, keeping it close to her lips as she bobbed on my rod. I grunted at her oral onslaught becoming concerned that I would blow my load before the other women had a chance to give me head.



“Jesus, Helen, go easy on the boy!” exclaimed Sadi as she was bumped and jarred by Helen’s efforts.



Helen pulled back, my dick popping from her mouth. She spat on my cock and jerked it quickly.



“My god, this is such a big fucking cock! I’ve never sucked one like it!” she said excitedly before shoving my meat back into her mouth and sucking ferociously.



“M-Mrs. Thompson, please. You’re… aahh…. you’re going too fast,” I groaned, enjoying her aggressive style, but worried that I might cum too soon.



She looked up at me as she forced hear head down on my cock, gagging herself. She coughed and sputtered, pulling me out of her mouth and spitting on my already saliva-drenched penis.



“Aaaahhh,” she gasped, “Oh alright then. We’ll let the other girls have a go then, shall we?” she grinned, her mascara smudged from the tears produced by her gag, her spittle dripping off her chin onto her oily tits below.



I took a step to the side until I faced Sadira, both her hands reaching up eagerly to my dripping member. Her method was a double-grip, which still left a portion of my cock exposed. She focused mostly on my dick head, licking around my glans, sucking the tip between her full lips, or pushing it against the inside of her cheek, all the while pumping my shaft with her hands. It wasn’t long before I was again feeling the need to ejaculate.



“Mrs. Kashani, you’re really good at this. B-but I’m afraid Mrs. Miller won’t get a turn if you don’t pass my cock along to her,” I moaned.



Sadi frowned as she looked up at me with her big brown eyes. She sighed, her huge tits heaving, and slid her hands down to my balls to cup them before I moved along to Gina. Gina smiled mischievously. I knew about her oral abilities, having had my cock sucked by her to instruct her daughter. I breathed deeply and pushed her hair away form her face.



“Your turn, Mrs. Miller,” I said, bracing myself.



Wordlessly, Gina reached her hands behind me and gripped my buttocks. She dipped her head, picking my cock up with her lips and looked up into my eyes. Ever so slowly, she slid her lips over my cock, taking inch after inch into her pretty mouth. I controlled my breathing as I watched my penis vanish into her mouth, feeling her throat squeeze my cock head. It continued its descent down her throat until my balls were resting firmly against her chin, her stretched lips meeting the short pubes at the base of my cock.



The other women watched in awe as Gina deep-throated me, holding me tightly as her nose pressed into my abdomen. She slowly withdrew it, wet with her saliva, and suckled the tip as she smiled up at me.



“Christ, Gina, you took the whole thing!” exclaimed Helen in awe and envy.



“Where did you learn to do that?” asked Michelle, staring in wonder.



Gina smirked and stroked my cock. “Oh, I’ve had plenty of practice. It’s really just a matter of suppressing your gag reflex,” she said matter-of-factly before gobbling my entire length again, this time bobbing hear head and throat fucking me.



“Look! You can see it go down her throat!” said Sadi excitedly, pointing to Gina’s neck.



I grunted as Gina deep-throated me, coming close to orgasm. I was going to pull out of her mouth, when her head was suddenly yanked backwards. I hadn’t noticed Carmen approach us–she had pulled Gina’s hair, and my dick slipped from her mouth, trailing strings of saliva.



“Ow! Fuck! What are you doing?” cried Gina angrily.



Carmen removed her sunglasses and stared calmly into Gina’s eyes, still holding a fist full of her curly hair.



“He was about to blow his load, and I’d like to see some more cock sucking before that happens.”



“Miss Beaumont, I’m sorry, I’ve been ignoring you,” I said apologetically. “Would you like a turn?” I offered my dripping cock to her.



She eyed me carefully, and whilst I could detect desire in her expression, her stern demeanour remained. She released Gina and approached me, crossing her arms under her magnificent bust.



“What I’d like,” she said softly, a trace of a smile on her lips, “is for you to go back to the front of the line and let these nice ladies suck your fat cock until you spunk on their faces. Is that understood?”



“Yes, Miss Beaumont. Right away,” I obeyed, keen to have Michelle’s sweet lips wrapped around my dick head again.



Carmen followed me as I stood in front of Michelle, her arms still crossed, and observed as I received my blow job, as if evaluating an exam.



“Get your arms out of the way. Let her do her work,” ordered Carmen, as I hastily moved my hands from Michelle’s hair to my hips.



“That’s better. Mmmmm… you are quite a talented cock sucker, Michelle. No, don’t look at me. Look at him. Watch him enjoy your pretty mouth,” Carmen said.



Michelle looked up at me with her piercing green eyes as she methodically sucked my hard cock, playing with my balls and stroking my shaft firmly, but not too quickly.



“Oooooh fuck, Mrs. Ryan… suck that cock…” I said, my head swimming with pleasure.



“Next,” Carmen said firmly, pushing my shoulder until I stood facing Helen.



She immediately spat on my dick head and rubbed it in with her fingers, distributing it along my shaft, then stuffed it into her eager mouth, gagging once again as she attempted to deep-throat me.



Carmen spoke up. “Helen! You’d better calm down, honey or you’ll end up hurting yourself. Put your hands in your lap and hold still. I want him to fuck your face at his own pace. No hands, either of you.”



Carmen nodded to me, and I pushed my hips forward, forcing my dick into Helen’s throat, but not too forcefully. She took it well, and sucked it hard as I withdrew it until my glans were just visible at her lips. I thrust back into her mouth, and she bobbed her head, anticipating me. We began a smooth, steady rhythm, my hands still on my hips, hers squeezing her tits as I face-fucked her.



“Much better. You look so pretty getting your mouth fucked by that big wet cock, darling,” mused Carmen, playing with a strand of her wavy black hair.



After a minute, she said, “Alright, next in line,” ushering me along to Sadi, who had been touching herself while she watched me get blown by her friends.



Sadi took a different approach, sucking my balls as she stroked me, then sucking up and down the length of my shaft as her palm massaged my cock head. At one point she lay my rod across her face, as she kissed my scrotum, exclaiming, “Your cock is bigger than my bloody head!”



Carmen laughed and bit her finger, then pushed my shoulder again.



“Come on, one more to go.”



Gina did what she knew best and deep-throated my entire length over and over again at a slow, even pace, so I would not lose control. I watched her heavy breasts sway underneath her as she took my dick.



“Show off,” said Carmen, although she did not ask Gina to stop.



Another minute passed, and Carmen had me start at Michelle again, going through the line of sexy women as each of them performed masterful, creative, and immensely pleasurable oral sex on my throbbing cock. The entire time Carmen insisted I keep my hands on my hips, not allowing me to touch her or her friends. She was clearly enjoying the show, biting her lip, caressing her breasts, and touching her wet mound. The only contact she made with me was to push my shoulder when it was time to move down the line and have another one of her friends fellate me. After a few rounds (Helen was gagging on my cock again, trying to match Gina), I groaned loudly, feeling my balls tingle.



“Ah fuck… I’m going to cum soon,” I said, watching Helen’s eyes water as she held my ass cheeks tightly.



“I’m surprised you held out so long, darling. Alright, Helen–stop that, it’s time,” Carmen pulled Helen’s hair gently as she pushed on my stomach, causing me to step back as my cock slipped from Helen’s wet mouth.



“Oooouuu! Is it time for our cum shower?” squealed Sadi, bouncing excitedly on the lounger, her firm tits jiggling on her chest.

He lay on top of her, kissing her softly, passionately. She had her arms around his neck, pulling him into her, as he kissed her hard, his tongue rubbing hers, while she sucked on his bottom lip. He ran his left hand along the inside of her thigh, slowly making his way to the top of her pants. His other hand between her head and the pillow. She was so hot, so turned on by him at this very moment, she caught herself holding her breath.



He knew he could rush it, had known this time would come, and he could have had her anytime he wanted. But the game, the anticipation of this very moment, would make this even better. Their desire for one another had only grown in the last few months.



His hand was at the waist of her pants, he slowly reached around to the small of her back pulling her into him. As he kissed her, she moaned, her pelvis against his, she could feel how excited he was right now. She grabbed his shirt collar pulling his mouth even deeper into hers. He reached his hand back around to the front of her pants, unbuttoning the top button and slowly, un zipped her pants, and slipped his hand in her pants, down her thong and was met with a warm moistness he wasn’t expecting. She moaned deep as he slid his finger in her slot, kissing her hard on the mouth.



She slid her hand in the back of his shirt running her fingers along the back of his neck, pulling him towards her, kissing his neck, sucking his neck, running her tongue along his neck, sucking ever so lightly, nibbling just a little. He moaned so deep, as he whispered how much he liked that, and how much he wanted her.



She pushed him off of her rolling on top of him as she did so, grabbing him by the shirt collar kissing him deep. He had his hands around her waist, her pants loose and still unbuttoned. Her hair was in his face as she kissed his neck and chest while slowly unbuttoning every button. Kissing his chest, and moving down the length of his torso. Her fingers working deliberately, and patiently in front of her tongue. She could feel his dick getting harder with every inch as she got closer.



He grabbed her hair as she got closer to to his cock, moaning, fully aroused. She slid her hands up his stomach, and chest as she pulled his shirt completely off, he grabbed her around her waist and kissed her passionately as he pulled her into him. He grabbed her ass, hoisting her up while pulling the bottom of her shirt and pulling it over her head. Letting her long dark hair fall back around her shoulders. He reached around her back un clasping her bra, allowing her amazing breasts to bounce out released for his pleasure.



He held her around her waist with one arm, and grasped one breast with his hand, gently caressing it, before reaching it to his mouth, sucking on her hard nipple, flicking it with his tongue. She let out a little gasp of pleasure, realizing she had been digging her nails into his back.



She slid her hands to the front of his shoulder, pushing him back into the bed, licking his neck, his chest, his torso, sliding her hands down along with her tongue. She slid her hands to his pants, un zipping his pants and slowly sliding his pants down his legs and off. She slid her hands up his legs, and thighs, wrapping her hands around his stiff cock, opening her mouth and putting his dick in her mouth.



She ran her hands up his chest, while sucking on his throbbing cock. He gasped for air, surprised, overwhelmed and thoroughly pleased. He placed both hands on top of her head, pulling her hair back so he could see her face, watch every expression. He guided her head up and down, telling her to suck harder and to go slowly. She did exactly as she was told, moaning, and enjoying every inch of him in her mouth.



She slid her hands around his hard cock, her lips and hands near each other working in unison, in harmony, pulling and tugging and sucking, he moaned loud and deep as he pulled her hair further back so he could see every inch of himself disappear into her mouth. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to last too long, but he was enjoying every moment of it, knowing she was enjoying it too.



She pulled him out of her mouth, running her tongue along the tip of his cock, while sliding one hand under his balls, slowly caressing them, gently. She then slid his dick between her two brown, perky breasts, and slowly started sliding him in between her breasts, flicking the tip of his cock with her tongue. She looked up at him, and knew he liked that, she could see the pleasure in his eyes, and knew he was about to cum. She told him how much she wanted him to cum all over her face, her tits, her mouth, how much she wanted to taste his sticky mess. She pulled his dick from between her breasts, and fed him back into her mouth, sucking him vigorously, with desire, with hunger for all the juice he had stored in his dick. She sucked and had her hands at the root of his cock, and felt him throbbing in her mouth. She knew he was about to cum, and pulled him out of her mouth, jerking his dick until he came all over her breasts, her hard nipples, and then she sucked him back into her mouth drinking every last drop he had to offer.

I have decided to try a different approach on the Becky Character. This is her Journal that I have “found” and will add the good parts when I can. Thanks again to Larry for the Editing. I hope you all enjoy it.



Journal May 18,, 2012



I had been waiting to hear back from the resumes I sent out last week. So getting a phone call from Mr. Jackson was a great thing. The timing sucked. Emily and I had just started playing with her mom’s hidden sex toys. Emily even sent a couple of pictures to Jim. You remember him? He was the older guy that forced Em to suck his dick after giving her a ride home from softball practice. He then fucked us both the weekend her parents were out of town. I can’t even write about what he did to us at the mall.



Well, she sent him a picture of one of the vibrators in my pussy and then in her mouth. He was coming over for some more fun. My phone rang. It was Mr. Jackson from the Fox and Hound. He is the bar manager and wanted to interview me for the hostess job. We spoke a couple of minutes and he said he had about 30 minutes free if I could come in right then for the interview.



I was worried about the not being dressed for an interview but he said to come on over. I slipped my capri and tank top back on and Emily walked me to the door. Jim was walking up as I bounced past. I gave him a peck on the cheek and told him I was sorry but I had to go. He wished me luck and then smacked my bottom hard like he owned it. Dang I wished I did not have to go but I need this job for spending money. The volleyball scholarship will take care of most of college but a girl needs cash to have some fun.



Mr. Jackson, an older bald black guy and a hot looking bartender named Tommy were working behind the bar when I walked in. They both gave me the once over most guys do. I do love my boobs but I wish now I had worn a bra. My D cups are trying to bust out of this little tank. The men’s roaming eyes give me a tingle between my legs and my nipples were getting hard. The cold air in the bar was helping with the latter and I hoped my lack of panties would not cause a wet spot on my pants. It might not have been the best idea to come straight here after getting worked up with Emily.



Mr. Jackson led me to his small office between the bar and the kitchen. We both sat down in the two old chairs by his desk. He went through the normal interview questions about my serving experience and school. I kept catching him looking at my cleavage and not my face. The last time I caught him he just gave a smile and went back to going over the job description and hours with me. As he was ending the interview, he asked me if I had any questions.



“Yes,” I said. “If I show them to you do I get the job?”



“Well, the last girl showed me and Tommy both. Are you willing to do that?” he answered not even batting an eyelash.



“If it will get me the job, I will even let you both play with them.” I said.



“Tommy, come in here a second.” Mr. Jackson yelled out.



The hot bartender walked in the open door just as I pulled my tank top over my head. My breast bounced a little and my nipples were as hard as diamonds. I reached up and cupped both of the tits and pulled on my nipples.



“I bet mine are bigger and better than the last girl’s. Don’t you think so Tommy?” I asked. “And my nipples really need some attention. Can you suck on them?”



Tommy took my left breast in his hand and bent down to kiss my nipple. Mr. Jackson grabbed the right one roughly. His big black hand could not engulf the whole breast but it was very close. He squeezed it and then gave it a very had slap. He then took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them. He pulled so hard my whole breast moved up and bounced when he released the nipple. Tommy was licking around my areola and holding my big tit up like a baby bottle. The younger man tried to reach into my pants but I knocked his had away. He started to protest but I twisted my shoulders and hit him in the face with both of my tits. He looked into my face and smiled. He went back to sucking on the nipple in front of him.



Mr. Jackson caught the other one again with those rough hands. He spat on my tit and then took the saliva and rubbed it onto my nipple. It was so nasty but I think I liked it. He pinched it hard again and then put one of those black binder clips on the tip. It hurt but also felt very good. He pulled on the binder clip and used it to twist the nipple. I had never had anyone do that before and damn it hurt. It also sent electric shocks down to my pussy. I pressed my thighs together and tried to rub my pussy against the inside of my pants. He took the binder off the right nipple and changed it to the left one when Tommy came up for a breath.



Tommy switched sides and started tender kisses on the breast that was just so roughly abused. Mr. Jackson was repeating his earlier actions on the left one. When he twisted it I could not control my scream. Tommy took the opportunity to slip his hand down my bare stomach into my pants. I knew that if I did not regain control I would end up naked on the desk being fucked. I wanted the job pretty bad but I did not think I wanted to fuck both of them. The agreement was just to let them play with my breast not anything else. I reached down and took hold of his wrist. I tried to pull his hand out but he cupped my pussy and slipped a finger into me.



“Please stop. Just my tits was the deal. I get the job if I let you play with them.” I pleaded in my little girl voice.



“That was the deal but I still have another girl to interview. What if she gives us a better deal?” Mr. Jackson said. “The last girl thought she got it if she just flashed us and now you have one upped her.”



“I am not going to fuck either of you for a job but I am not a cock tease.” I said. “If you call the other girl right now and tell her you have filled the position I will jack you both off.”



“A hand job is not going to cut it.” Tommy negotiated with his hand still rubbing my pussy. “Suck us both off and let us cum on your face and then he will call the other girl.”



“He calls her now on speaker phone so I can hear and then I will blow you both but no facial. You can cum on my breasts.” I offered.



“Add a titty fuck and you have a deal.” Mr. Jackson said while dialing.



“Deal.” I said finally removing Tommy’s hand from my pants.



I listened in as Mr. Jackson called both of the other girls to tell them the job had been taken. Tommy had taken the time to get his pants off and was stroking his really small cock. I knew he was not going to take much so I smacked his hand away and took the 3 inch dick into my mouth. He was too small to titty fuck me but I had promised him a blow job so I was going to take care of him as fast as possible. I sucked on his cock hard and then started bobbing my head up and down. It took him less than two minutes to grab the back of my head and hold me still. The jerk started coming in my mouth. This was not part of the deal but it was better than having him try to fuck me with that little cock.



Mr. Jackson had taken his time to get his pants and briefs off. Tommy pulled his now soft cock out of my mouth. He wiped it across my lips. I gave it a lick and then turned to my new boss. He was huge. There is no other way to say it. It was the biggest, blackest cock I had ever seen. I had watched that porno with Billy and those guys were big. Mr. Jackson was huge. His cock was hard. It seemed angry and was pointing right at me.



“Tommy, go back to work and shut my door. You girl get over here and wrap those tits around my black mambo.” He ordered.



I slipped out of the chair and knelt at his feet. I pushed both of my tits together around his long cock. He leaned over and spit on his shaft and my breasts. I looked at the huge cock sliding between my cleavage and then back up at Mr. Jackson. I bowed my head down on his next up stroke and licked the head as it came close to my mouth. The cock was long and wide. I was not sure if I could get it all in my mouth.



“Dang girl that feels good. It will feel even better stretching your mouth.” he said almost reading my mind.



He then took control of my breasts, holding them around his member. He went back to abusing my nipples at the same time. He pinched and pulled on them as his cock moved between my smooth tits. I kept kissing and licking the head when it got close to my mouth. He told me to spit on the head to help keep it lubed up. It felt nasty knowing my spit was on his cock sliding between my breasts. I then notice his pre-cum was seeping out of the cock head. I stuck my tongue out and licked the new juice out of his pee hole.



Mr. Jackson gave a little shudder when I did that. For a second I thought he was about to cum. He let go of my nipples and stopped rubbing between my tits.



“Stick out your tongue little girl.” he said.



I followed his command knowing that he was about to get his blow job and then I would have my job for the summer. He took his big cock and smacked it on my tongue and then my cheeks. He then pushed the head between my lips. I knew he did not want just a blow job. He wanted to do what Jim had done to Emily. He was going to fuck my face. He was going to be in control not me. At the moment I understood what Em had said about how wet she got knowing she was not in control. Knowing that she was to be taken and now I am going to be used by this large black cock. He pushed me down past my knees until I was sitting on the floor and pushed my head back. I was staring up at that large black cock and his huge sack. This was not going to be easy.



He pushed the large head between my lips and I opened to take my invader. He pushed straight in, not messing around. I gave a little swallow and tried to relax. He hit the back of my mouth and I shifted my head so the cock went into my throat. I am glad Jim had worked his long cock deep or there would be no way I could take this one now. Mr. Jackson pushed in further and further. I could not tell how much was in my mouth but it was trying to push into my throat. I did gag a little and my new boss must have liked it because he grunted and then pushed a little more in. My mouth was getting very wet and then I felt it. The cock head slipped into my throat. Not very far but it was in my throat.



Mr. Jackson felt it to. He stopped pushing in and held it in my throat trying to see how long he could hold still. I had to swallow some of my spit which he really liked. My mouth and throat were milking his long shaft. He pulled out at this point. All the way out and I saw my spit leave a trail from his cock back to my mouth. Without thinking about it, I sucked the long string of spit up and then spit it back on his cock head. I reached up to it and started stroking him, rubbing the spit into his big cock. I could barely reach around it with just one hand. Both of my hands where on it and I was stroking it hard and fast. He pushed back down and the head was back in my mouth.



His rough abuse of my tits was followed by what he did next. He reached down to pull my head up by my hair. He was not going deep just hard thrust to the back of my mouth. Not letting me move my mouth or my head. He was treating my face to a lot of abuse. Each time his cock left my mouth he would smack my face hard, across my cheeks and chin, rubbing the tip around my face. My eyes had watered from the deep throat and now my face was wet from spit and pre-cum. I should have just let Tommy give me a facial because I was already a mess. My jaw was getting very sore.



Mr. Jackson then when back deep. It took me by surprise and I gagged hard. He did not care and had my head between both of his hands. I thought he was going to cum right then – to shoot his seed right in my throat and down to my stomach. I knew he was close and I figured swallowing him would not be bad. I have swallowed before and like the taste and the feeling as the cum slides down my throat. I felt his cock pulse in my mouth. I prepared for the blasts to start but Mr. Jackson pulled all the way out again. The first blast came on my tongue as he pulled back. The second one hit my fore head. The third square in my face and I had to close my eyes. After the third one I am not sure how many shots he gave me but the old guy covered my face.



I sat in the floor for a couple of minutes as he finished cumming and then stuck his cock back in my mouth. I sucked on the tip and cleaned his head off. He tasted very bitter, a lot more bitter than Jim or any of the guys at school.



“Look up at me little girl.” he said.



I opened my eyes with his cock still in my mouth. He had his phone out and was taking pictures of me, a couple from his point of view. Then he pulled out and got a few of my face and chest covered in cum. My face was a mess. Mascara running down with the cum. My lipstick smeared all around. My abused breast covered as well. He took a few more pictures with my phone too.



“You start on Friday night. Do not be late or I get to do this again,” he said.



I cleaned off my face and chest with an old bar towel. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and headed to my car. I stopped to give Tommy a peck on the cheek as I left and to tell him thanks for helping me get the job. In the car I text Emily that I got the job and sent a picture of my cum covered face.



She sent back a picture of Jim’s cock in her mom’s mouth and a second one of her and mom kissing with cum covered faces.

An Epic Night With Pamela Anderson



Pamela Anderson walked along the sidewalk that lead up towards the beach, she held a paper grocery bag in one hand and her hand bag in the other. Two guys approached her from behind. It was Randall and Brendan, they were dressed in black, with black masks on, the kind that bank robbers wear. The plan was for them to rob her and then when they see who she is, they decide to rape her. But before they can do anything, I come in as the knight in shining armour and save her, which finally allows me to meet her. Like I said, not the best of plans, but I was desperate to meet her.



Brendan snatched her hand bag out of her hand. “Let’s see how much money we have here!”



“Please! Just give me my hand bag back. You can take whatever money I have.” Brendan opened the hand bag.



“$200! Fucking sweet!” He said pocketing the money. “You know what? I think my girlfriend would like this hand bag a lot.”



“No! It was a gift from my mom.” She protested.



“Wait a second!” Randall said. “Aren’t you Pamela Anderson?”



“Yeah she is.” Brendan said, not looking up, still going through her handbag. “There’s no mistaking those tits!” He said grabbing one. Pamela Anderson slapped his hand away and he went back to looking in her hand bag.



“I get it all the time.” She said uncomfortably.



“Really!” Randall said. “You must get your pick of the hunkiest guys.”



“If that’s true.” Brendan said pulling something out of her handbag. “Why does your drivers licence say ‘Pamela Anderson?’ You lying to us?” Pamela Anderson looked down.



“You know what she should get for lying to us? A spanking!” Randall said. “Now pull up your skirt!” He said to her, changing his tone from joking to serious.



“I’m sorry.” Pamela Anderson replied getting scared. “I didn’t mean to. Let me make it up to you.”



“You can make it up to us alright.” Brendan nodded his head. “By giving us some pussy!.” I started to approach them and Pamela Anderson tried to run away from them but Randall grabbed her hair and she let out a scream, dropping her groceries. Which was the cue for our rehearsed ass kicking.



I pulled Randall off her hair and kicked him on the back of his legs which made him buckle and fall to his knees. Brendan pushed me back as they both ran off.



“Fucking cowards!” I yelled at them. “Can pick on an innocent woman, but when it comes to going up against a man, they’re wimps.” I turned around and looked at her. “You ok?”



“Yes. Thanks to you!” She said hugging me. I hugged her back, feeling her huge tits pressed against my chest. She broke the hug, squatted down and started to pick her groceries up off the floor. I squatted down and helped her, putting her stuff into the paper bag. It was mainly fruit and veg.



“A vegetarian?” I asked. She looked at me and smiled.



“Yeah. I don’t believe in killing animals.” She replied. I looked down and noticed her legs were spread apart. If it was daytime or if there was any light, I’d probably be able to see up her skirt. We both stood up and I noticed her hand bag on the floor. Brendan must’ve dropped it. I picked it up.



“I think this is yours.” I said handing it to her and she put her arm through and had the straps resting on her shoulder. “I’m Kash by the way.” I extended my hand.



“Pammy.” She smiled as she shook my hand.



“Here. Gimme that.” I said taking the grocery bag off her. “I’ll walk you to your place. You know, keep anyone else who tries to rob you away.”



“Thanks! I really appreciate that.” She said, holding me by my arm.



“So what are you doing out this late?” I asked.



“I felt bored and cooped up at home, so I decided to do some grocery shopping, get it out the way with so I can spend all day tomorrow working on my tan.”



“You sure you’re fine?” I asked again.



“Yeah, that’s my house over there.” She pointed at her beach house as we approached it. I walked her up to her door. “I don’t feel very safe. Those guys could come back. You think you could hang around for a bit, if you have nothing else to do.”



“Sure!” I replied as we entered her beach house.



“Shoes!” She said pointing at my shoes, as she stepped out of her flip flops and left them near the door way. “So where’s your husband and kids?” I asked.



“Who says I’m married?” She replied as we entered the kitchen.



“You’re Pamela Anderson. You’re married to Kid Rock and have two kids and a step daughter.” I set the bag down on the counter.



“The kids are at my mothers and Bobby’s at the studio, writing material for his new album. This right now, is some quality, alone time with Pammy.” She answered my question. “I take it your a fan?” She said taking the groceries out of the bag.



“Yup!”



“A fan of my acting or a fan of me?”



“I have everything you’ve done that’s available on DVD.” I replied.



“Because I have good performances or because I get my clothes off?”



“A bit of the first, a lot of the second.” I replied honestly.



“Honesty! I like that!” She smiled. She led me to the living room area and sat on the sofa, sitting on one leg. I took a seat beside her. “How old are you?”



“23.” I replied.



“16 years younger than me.” She commented. Doing the math, that made her 39. “So you were too young to see me on Playboy.”



“Maybe the first time you were on the cover, but you were a big deal at my high school, every guy fantasized about you including the teachers. I think everyone jerked off to you.”



“Did you?” She asked looking into my eyes. I got a little embarrassed, but then thought that talk of sex could lead to sex. Or maybe not, but I was hoping it would.



“You helped me into manhood.” I replied.



“Ahhh! I’m so glad I could help.” She said leaning forward giving me a quick kiss on the lips. I wasn’t sure if she was making a move or if she was overly friendly. “What about the video?”



“I didn’t see that until a couple of years ago. Me and my friends tried our best to find it when we were younger. Back then the internet wasn’t as big as it is now and we didn’t have a computer amongst us.”



“You jerk off to it when you finally saw it?”



“Not really. It was kind of disappointing. It had shaky camera work but it was home made and as far as home made goes, it was pretty descent. Not up there with proper made porn but definitely better than Paris Hilton’s.”



“Yeah, hers was shit.” Pammy commented. She sat there, it looked like she was thinking about something. “I’ve never really talked to a fan like this before. Usually I get obnoxious guys tell me I’m hot and that they loved my sex videos and when I’m doing the next and if they can be in it.” There was a moment of silence. “What do you think about when you jerk off to me?”



“What do I…? I… er… sex?” I felt like I was asking her a question instead of giving an answer.



“So you don’t just think, ‘Oh yeah! Pamela Anderson’s tits.’” She mimicked with her hand, as if she was a guy jerking off.



“Sometimes.” I replied. “Like having my dick in between your tits and just fucking them.”



“That’s hot.” She commented. “What else?”



“Doggy style sex, blowjob, hand job, foot job, anal sex…”



“Anal sex?” She wrinkled her nose.



“Yeah! More than anything else. You have an incredible ass. I like to imagine my cock jammed all the way up your ass.” I added more detail in then I needed to.



“Well… I am very hot. I can understand that.” She said. “Foot job? Do you have like a foot fetish?”



“Not really a hardcore foot fetish. I just like feet that look nice and… sexy.”



“You think my feet are sexy?”



“Yeah!” I replied.



“Here!” She spun around to face me, placing her feet on my lap. She wriggled her toes around on top of my cock. “Massage my feet.” She said. I don’t think that she knew, that she was wriggling her toes around on my cock and turning me on. “Most guys are always really into my tits. You’re the first guy who’s said very little about them and is into everything else!” She said. “And I like that!”



I picked up one foot and started to press my thumb onto the balls of her foot, just below her toes. My boner was growing and I was starting to get nervous that it was gonna show.



“I’ve never given a foot job before.” Pammy stated. “All this talk about you fucking my tits and ass is getting me horny too.” I worked my thumbs up and down the soles of her foot and rubbing the heel.



“Too?” I said realising what she just said.



“Too.” She said rubbing my cock through my pants with her feet. “That’s quite a massive hard on you got there. Are you imagining my feet losing their virginity to your cock?”



“You’re just turning me on.” I confessed.



“Let me give you a little relief. Take your dick out! I was shocked at what she had just asked me to do.



“Take my dick out?” I repeated. “Didn’t you get married in August?”



“It was actually July. It was made official on August.” She said, still rubbing my cock with her foot. “You think he’s not cheating on me right now? I know he does it all the time and he knows I do it too whenever I get horny and need a dick, but at the end of the day we always come home to one another. So it’s all good. A win win situation for everyone, especially you. Having the woman you grew up jerking off to jerk you off.” I didn’t say anything else, I started to quickly undo by belt and zipper. My thick cock sprang to life, already near it’s full hardness.



“A thick one!” Pammy said rubbing the sole of her left foot along my shaft, while I carried on massaging her right foot that rested on my knees. Pammy leaned forward and licked my cock, instantly causing pre-cum to ooze out. “My penis karma is still as good as ever!” She said, moving her hair to one side to give me a better view of her face, leaning forward and kissing my cock head, getting my pre-cum all over her lips. She pouted her lips like she was kissing, showing me the traces of my cum on her lips. She than licked her lips, taking in my pre-cum.



“Only one way to get more of that.” Pammy said putting her mouth over my large cock head, working her lips up and down the head. I tried to carry on massaging her foot to take the focus of the fact that I had Pamela Anderson sucking my cock, but she just pushed me back onto the seat by my chest. “Relax. It’s your turn first. We’ll get to me once you cum.” She said before wrapping her lips around my cock head. She worked her lips up and down my shaft, only going half way down, pushing my cock up and down her wet tongue.



Pammy took my cock out of her mouth and started to jerk me off with her hand. I was getting very turned on. I felt like I was gonna cum soon from having the women that I jerked off to more than any other woman jerking me off. Pammy grabbed her foot that was on my knees with her free hand and bought it up to my cock. The soft soles of her foot touched my fore skin as she used her hand to rub the sole of her foot up and down one side of my cock.



“You like that Kash? You like the way my foot fucks your dick? Losing it’s virginity with every stroke.” She moaned out loud as she carried on rubbing the sole up and down my cock. She moved her foot away from my cock with her hand, then leaned forward and started to suck the end again, licking up the mass amount of pre-cum that had leaked out.



“Sorry Kash. But your cock just tastes too good!” She said licking her lips as she used her hand to rub her foot up and down the side of my cock again. “Let me see if I can reach.” Pammy said and leaned forward, placing her warm mouth over my cock head as she continued to stroke my shaft with her foot.



“Mmm… Mmm…” Pammy moaned as she worked her lips and foot up and down my shaft. “She pulled her mouth off and lay her foot that she was jerking me off with flat and spat on it. She held my cock with her other hand and rubbed her saliva around the sole of her foot with my member.



“That’s better!” Pammy said, taking my cock back into her mouth and rubbing her foot up and down the side of my shaft with her hand. The double assault that she was laying on my cock was getting to be way too much and I knew it was a matter of seconds before I came.



“Look at the way your huge dick is throbbing!” Pammy said taking her mouth off my cock, but keeping her lips just inches above my pole. “Is it gonna cum for me?” She said in a very sexy voice, her hot breath hitting the tip of my cock. This was way too much and I felt my cum start to get pushed up. Pammy could feel it coming and stroked my cock even faster with her foot, leaving her mouth wide open. Pammy quickly grabbed my cock with her free hand and held her foot in place at the base of my cock with the other.



“Shiiiiit!” I yelled as my first load shot up into her mouth. Pammy closed her mouth catching it and savouring the taste and then quickly opened her mouth letting it flow out on to the sole of her foot as the second load shot into her mouth. Again she closed her mouth and then opened it, letting my cum flow out of her mouth and on to her foot. She did the same thing on the next two loads and swallowed the fifth as my cock stopped shooting the loads out with force and just pushed it out, letting it flow down the side of my cock.



“Mmm…” Pammy moaned as she closed her mouth, looking at me and looking like she was chewing my cum before swallowing. “Mmm… more!” She said leaning forward, licking up the sole of her foot, taking in as much into her mouth as she could. She licked up the sole of her foot again, pushing a thick glob of cum up and on to her big toe. Pammy put her mouth over her big toe, sucking my cum off it. She started to lick around her toes, getting any cum that she had around there and once she was done she sat back up.



“Oh my God!” She said stroking my cock. “Your dick is still huge! It hasn’t shrunk or anything. A little soft but nothing that a little sucking can’t fix.” My cock was almost at full length even though I had already cum, something that never really happen, but I think it’s because I’m with Pamela Anderson, that’s why my cock’s not shrinking.



“Your turn now” I said. “First take off your clothes.” Pammy stood up and pulled her skirt down, revealing a tiny pink thong. She pulled her top off over her head to show she had no bra on. I quickly yanked my pants and boxers down and I started to stroke my cock as I watched Pammy strip off. She turned her back to me, put her thumbs under the waist band of her thong, looked back at me with a cheeky smile and started to slowly pull her thong down, slowly bending over as she pulled them down to the back off her knees. Her round ass stuck out, showing off her tight little ass hole. She let her thong fall to the floor and stepped out of them.



I started to feel my cock growing harder as I started to stroke myself faster. The site of her gorgeous, tanned butt was starting to make my mouth water. I leaned forward pulling her ass towards my mouth. Pammy let out a little giggle as she got caught by surprise. I pushed my tongue out, licking her ass hole. I spread round ass cheeks apart as I pushed my tongue into her tight hole.



“Ooh! kinky!” Pammy said. I slid my tongue down her ass crack, down towards her pussy. Her legs were together so her pussy lips were clamped together. I started to lick her pussy lips, Pammy started to slowly part her legs. I started to push my tongue into her moist hole, causing her to moan as I forced more of my tongue into her. I started to push my tongue in and out of her pussy, getting faster every time I pushed my tongue into her woman hood.



Pammy was starting to get louder and louder, her legs trembling as the signs of her orgasm were coming. She was getting really wet, her juices flowing into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her tiny little waist and reached down to her the top of her pussy and started to rub her clit. Pammy started to grind her hips back and fourth, pushing her ass back forcing my tongue deeper into her cunt.



She was soon coming close to her orgasm, her pussy started to twitch around my tongue faster and faster. By now I was back to full hardness and decided I needed to feel her pussy around my shaft. So I picked her up and quickly slammed her down onto the couch on her front, I landed on top of her and quickly reached down and pushed my cock into her wet cunt. I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, pressing my body down onto hers. My head was at the side of hers.



“Arrrgghhhh! God!” She screamed as I thrust my full length into her tight pussy in one hard and fast thrust and I could feel her pussy start to twitch around my cock again instantly. I quickly pulled back and thrust into her, going into a fast pace instantly. “Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Pammy was screaming at the top of her lungs now as I rammed into her, hard, from behind. I felt her pussy contract around my shaft fast and then her pussy just tightened around my shaft hard as she came to a screaming climax. I slowed down my thrusts as her hips shaked and bucked underneath me.



“Fuck!” Pammy moaned and then laughed. “That was so good!” she said, turning her head to face me and then kissed my top lip. I sucked her bottom lip. I was pushing into her slower with every thrust until I stopped. “Let me taste my pussy.” Pammy said. I got of her and stood beside her head. She opened her mouth and looked up at me as she moved her head forward taking my cum covered cock into her mouth.



“Mmm…” She moaned out loud, closing her eyes as she tasted her own cum on my cock. She started to bob her head back and fourth, working her mouth more than half way down my shaft, not using her hands. Pammy took her mouth off my cock and stood up. I still had my sweat shirt on and she grabbed it at the bottom and pulled it up, over my head.



“Look at this gorgeous body of yours!” She complimented me, even though I didn’t really have a great body. I had a big build, not fat, but not a skinny guy or someone with ripped muscles. She started to kiss my chest circling around my nipple with her tongue. I pulled her away from my nipple and kissed her, she pushed her tongue into my mouth and it tasted like a mixture of her cum and a little salty from my cum, but I didn’t care. I sucked at her tongue hungrily until she broke the kiss.



Pammy turned around and walked into her bedroom, I followed her in. She turned around to face me as I looked around. I noticed a purple dildo on the side of her bed and she caught me looking at it.



“That’s no where near as good as the real thing!” She said. I walked over to her and started to kiss her. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my body. I could feel her heels on my butt cheeks, and one of them felt wet, probably from when she spat my cum out onto her foot. I placed her down onto the bed, reached down and guided my dick into her cunt. I wrapped my arms around her, dropping my weight on top off her. Her tits were huge and I could feel her big erect nipples poking into my chest.



I started to thrust into her as fast as I could, knowing full well that it was gonna take me a long time to cum again, so I didn’t need to worry about cumming too quickly. I had seen her sex videos and I felt like I had a lot to compete with. I had a big dick, so that was one point to my advantage and although we had been at it longer than her any of her sex video, it was all foreplay, Now I had to prove myself while I was deep inside her.



“You like that tight pussy?” Pammy asked.



“Yeah!” I moaned as I carried on thrusting into her, realising just how tight she was considering all the big dicks that she’s had. I positioned myself onto my knees and then sat up, placing her legs, one on each shoulder and then leaned forward again, locking our lips together. She moaned into my mouth loud and was breathing hard, from being rolled up. I carried on thrusting into her and I was surprised at how long it took for her to break the kiss and try and get some air.



Pammy was wriggling around underneath me, and managed to reposition her legs and get the soles of her feet resting on my shoulders. The foot that I had cum on earlier on, felt a little dry, probably from my cum drying and leaving that dry skin feeling. As I continued to thrust in and out of her tight hole, Pammy carried on screaming with every thrust. The longer we continued, the more we started to perspire and I could feel her foot getting wet, the sweat of my shoulders was staring to get the sole of her foot moist.

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