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12-13-2019, 03:25 PM
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"You've got 30 seconds," she said as she reached up behind her back to unhook her bra.
Mikey's eyes widened as Ashley's creamy boobs spilled free. Finally! He lost no time in filling his hands with tender young titty meat, gently squeezing and jiggling the incredibly firm but pliant globes. The small pink nipples were stiff and standing. He immediately started sucking--he was not going to waste a single one of those precious seconds!
His dick was straining his zipper, had been all evening as he sat in the stands during the game and watched Ashley and her fellow cheerleaders. It was like his dick knew that tonight he was finally going to get somewhere with his chronically prick-teasing girlfriend.
And here he was, in her bedroom, kneeling before her as she sat on the edge of her bed. He had gotten her cheerleader sweater off her during a hot and heavy make-out sesh. Some over-the-bra fondling of the titties, along with not a little bit of begging on his part, and he'd finally gotten at those luscious fruits.
And they were spectacular!
Each one slightly more than a handful--bigger than a grapefruit, smaller than a cantaloupe--squeezably soft yet springing back like super memory foam, and capped by swollen, puffy pink aureolas with sweet little pinkie-finger-sized erect nipples poking out like ripening berries, turning crimson under his hard-sucking, squeezing ministrations. As he was feasting on them, however, he noticed that she was not stopping him. Surely thirty seconds were up by now...
Not that he was complaining.
Not at all.
Ashley was sighing and letting out the occasional whimper, leaning back on her hands with her chest thrust out for his convenience. As he glanced up at her, he saw that her eyes were closed, sexy lips parted as she was panting with passion. She was digging it!
He was loving those titties, but he saw a chance and went for it.
As he continued to suck and lick her erect nips, he dropped one hand to her bare thigh and began slowly working it up under her short skirt. His hand reached her crotch, finding it hot and moist. She moaned and grabbed his wrist.
"No, Mikey, don't touch me there," she whimpered.
"I'm not, baby, I'm not," he murmured, moving up to kiss her hotly.
He eased her down onto her back as he continued the tongue-wrestling kiss. Meanwhile, he twisted his hand around to get her hand off his wrist and deftly guided it to the front of his jeans. She moaned again as she felt the bulge, and did not take it away when he reached back under her skirt. He found the waistband of her bloomers and began pulling them down, all the while kissing her hot and heavy.
Working quickly before she could stop him, he managed to get the heavy bloomers down past her knees to drop to her ankles. However, before he could get back under her skirt, her firm thighs clamped tightly together, blocking his access.
"I told you not to touch me there," she turned her head away from him to gasp.
"I won't, baby, I won't," he said as he moved his mouth back to her left nipple.
She whimpered again as he nipped and sucked the stiff pink bud. Thus distracted, she did not prevent him from wedging his knee between hers and prying her legs apart. Her hand was squeezing his hard dick through his jeans as he stuck his hand back between her legs. Her tiny little thong panties were literally soaked in the crotch. He moved up to begin kissing her again as he slipped his hand into her panties.
She kissed him back passionately as his fingers slid over the hairless, baby-smooth skin of her mons and down the tight little slit of her pussy. She moaned deeply into his mouth when the tip of his middle finger found the hole. Although it was incredibly tight, it was slippery with her flowing juices as he penetrated easily up to the second knuckle.
She broke away from the kiss again. "Don't...Stop..." she begged, finally removing her hand from his pants and grabbing his wrist as he stroked his wet finger in and out, sliding it over her clit in the process.
He didn't know if that meant don't stop, or don't-period, stop-period, but she didn't push his hand away, merely gripped his arm tightly. So he took it for the former and continued fingering her as he began kissing his way down her body, stopping to suck each nipple in turn before planting sucking smooches down the taut flesh of her flat tummy. He slid off the bed, kissing her smooth thighs as he pushed his way between them.
He finally took his hand out of her panties. With one hand he lifted her cheerleading skirt while the other pulled aside the tiny triangle of wet cloth that covered her, and suddenly, there it was! Her completely hairless, pretty little pink pussy!
The second pussy he had ever seen.
Where Mrs. Jones' pussy lips had been dark and plump, swollen with lust and folded open like the wings of a butterfly, her step-daughter's were the delicate crimson petals of a rare, night-blooming orchid, timidly peeking out of her vaginal cleft, glistening with the juices he had spread over them. Her tiny pink clitoris was just visible, swollen with lust within its little pink hoodie.
He took a few heartbeats, staring in awe, before diving in face-first, lest she push him away.
His tongue lapped wildly with a mind of its own, reveling in the musky, heavenly aroma and taste of her virginal heat, before he got it under control, remembering the lesson that her sultry step-mom had taught him. He began gently flittering the tip of his tongue over the clit, while easing his still-wet middle finger back inside her.
Ashley gasped and grabbed him by the hair, unconsciously spreading her quivering thighs wider and pulling him in.
It seemed no time at all as he tongue-teased her clit and finger-fucked her with one-half of one digit, that he could sense she was ready. He switched to the flat of his tongue, pressing it firmly against the throbbing love-button and making swirling circles while his wriggling finger plunged in to the knuckle and began tickling her innards.
Ashley cried out and came hard, jerking and moaning as her pussy flooded his hand and face with wetness.
Mikey stayed with it, riding out her bucking climax, continuing to lick and finger her spasming pussy until she lifted a foot and pressed it against the side of his neck, pushing him away violently. He landed on his ass with an undignified thud, looking up at her as she jumped up, standing over him with one arm trying in vain to hide her heaving titties while the other hand pressed her skirt protectively between her legs.
"Mikey, I told you to stop!" she cried, her face flushed bright red.
"Y-you did?" he mumbled with exaggerated surprise. Well, maybe she had...
"Hmph!" she stomped her foot angrily as she scowled down at him.
"Uh, sorry?" Yeah, sorry for making you CUM, baby!
"Go home, Mikey!" she demanded, then turned and scurried towards her bathroom.
"But Ashley--!?!" What about my DICK?
She turned back angrily. "Get out!" She slammed the bathroom door.
"Fucking hell," Mikey groaned as he climbed to his feet and tried to adjust his boner into a more comfortable position.
He was still grumbling when he slipped out her bedroom door and into the hallway. At the last instant he remembered the testicle-hunting table that lurked in the dark, so he stopped to fish out his cell and switch on its flashlight. The sudden appearance of an apparition in white standing a few feet in front of him nearly made him shriek like a frightened little girl before his eyes focused and saw what it was--
Vanessa Jones, in an ankle-length, diaphanous nightgown, whose translucent fabric did nothing to hide the voluptuous, naked curves of the body beneath.
Mikey gaped at the sight of her. How the hell had he forgotten about Ashley's super-sexy young step-mother, waiting for him in the dark?
Mrs. Jones put her finger to her lips, warning him to be quiet, then beckoned him forward.
Mikey stared at her dark nipples, shambling forward dazedly, and smashed his nuts directly into the corner of the ball-busting table. "OOF!"
"Shh!" she stepped forward and covered his mouth with her hand.
He straightened himself up, biting back the pain.
"You smell like cunt!" Mrs. Jones whispered. "Did you fuck the little slut?"
Mikey shook his head and she took her hand away. "I ate her pussy, just like you taught me."
"You make her cum?"
He nodded.
Mrs. Jones studied his face in the ambient cell phone light for a long moment. "Stop smiling, motherfucker," she finally muttered, then she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into a passionate kiss, during which she hummed appreciatively at the taste of her step-daughter's pussy on his lips.
She paused for a moment. "And what did she do for you?" she whispered hotly, dropping her hand to the bulge in his jeans.
"She kicked me out," he groaned.
Mrs. Jones snickered, then dropped to her knees and had his cock out and in her mouth in the space of about three heartbeats. He groaned, his knees nearly buckling as his bone slid down her constricting throat. She punched him in the thigh, coming off the cock long enough to hiss, "Quiet! Your precious little girlfriend hears you and calls for Daddy, he'll fucking KILL you!"
Mikey bit his lip and leaned against the bastard table as she resumed sucking his dick. He steeled himself against making any noise, including warning her that he was so worked up that he could nut any second. Sure enough, about thirty seconds later, his balls convulsed, silently emptying his load into her sucking mouth. She didn't seem to mind, however, as she gulped it down like it was her own special treat.
After swallowing his cum, Mrs. Jones rose up and grabbed a handful of Mikey's hair, forcing him to his knees. She quickly pulled the long hem of her nightgown up around her waist and raised one long leg to rest her foot on the table top, opening herself up, then forced Mikey's face between her legs. She kept a tight grip on his hair as he immediately went to work, giving the jealous step-mom the same treatment he had given his girlfriend just minutes ago.
Mikey plunged two fingers deep into the wet, slippery hole as he tongued the protruding clitoris. He had supreme confidence at eating pussy now. He'd made Mrs. Jones, a very experienced woman, cum before. He'd made Ashley, a virginal prick-tease, forget herself and cum on his tongue. And he knew he was rocking Vanessa Jones' shit once again by the way she was pulling his hair and thrusting her pussy hard against him.
He did not make her cum, however.
He could tell she was on the verge, but she suddenly dropped her foot from the table and pushed him out of her crotch. She pulled his hand out of her pussy and brought his two fingers up to suck her own juices off them with a low moan of relish. Then she kissed him hard on the mouth while pushing him to the floor. He ended up flat on his back on the carpet, Mrs. Jones on top of him, her prehensile tongue trying to crawl down his throat.
She rose up and pulled her nightgown over her head. His cell phone, still in flashlight mode, was lying atop the nut smashing table, backlighting her dark form. He saw her huge boobs swaying heavily with her movements as she dropped the gown to one side then scooted herself back to sit astride his thighs. She grabbed his dick and gave it a couple of hard slaps, making sure it was fully erect.
It was.
She rose up and guided his straining bone to her very wet vagina. Even with her backlit silhouette, he could see her white teeth gleaming in a lusty smile as she slowly sat on it. Mikey must have groaned as he felt the pussy engulf his throbbing bone, for Mrs. Jones slapped a hand over his mouth and hissed a warning shush. He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on being quiet as the exquisite pleasure of being fully inside the tight, hot, slippery grip of her velvety love-pocket became his entire world. And then she began moving on it, up and down, and that was even better.
He couldn't believe what was happening. It was surreal--like a feverish wet dream--being fucked on the hallway carpet by his girlfriend's hot step-mom, barely six feet outside her bedroom door with the taste of her virgin pussy still fresh upon his tongue. And he could not believe how fucking good it felt, the decidedly UN-virgin pussy riding his bone, faster and faster as Mrs. Jones got hotter and hotter.
She was panting with her efforts, thick ass rolling as she snapped her hips more and more urgently. Thankfully, his jeans muffled the sound of their bodies smacking together, but her heavy titties were swinging, slapping together harder and louder the faster she humped, so Mikey grabbed them, squeezing them hard together.
"Yes!" she whispered harshly. "Suck them titties! Bite my fuckin' nipples--HARD!"
He did as he was instructed, lifting his head to suck and bite at the thick, stiff nips, causing her to fuck even faster. He sensed she was about to cum, but his own nut erupted first. He bit down fiercely on a nip to keep himself from squealing as his body spasmed and his jizz shot into her hot cunt. That triggered her orgasm, as she muffled a gasp, her pace faltering as she was also wracked by climactic spasms before collapsing atop him.
Mikey lay there stunned in the afterglow, holding onto the sweating, panting, naked woman, his dick still inside her.
Sometime later, she sat up. She was still only a dark silhouette, face obscured by the dim backlight of his cell, but he could feel her scrutiny.
Was I okay? He began to feel self-conscious. Was I supposed to cum inside? What do I do now?
Apparently, she could see his discomfort, and was amused by it, as she chuckled lightly and gave him a mostly-playful slap on the cheek, then rose to her feet.
Mikey shuddered as his dick slipped wetly out of the comfort of her snug, hot pussy, then watched as she retrieved her nightgown and walked away without a word, or even a glance back. He watched her sexy, meaty ass disappear into the darkness, then heaved himself lethargically to his feet. In the light of the cell phone, he went to put away his slowly deflating dick and noticed the front of his jeans covered in jizz and pussy cream.
"Holy shit... " he muttered as he grabbed his cell and stumbled toward the front door.
"You've got 30 seconds," she said as she reached up behind her back to unhook her bra.
Mikey's eyes widened as Ashley's creamy boobs spilled free. Finally! He lost no time in filling his hands with tender young titty meat, gently squeezing and jiggling the incredibly firm but pliant globes. The small pink nipples were stiff and standing. He immediately started sucking--he was not going to waste a single one of those precious seconds!
His dick was straining his zipper, had been all evening as he sat in the stands during the game and watched Ashley and her fellow cheerleaders. It was like his dick knew that tonight he was finally going to get somewhere with his chronically prick-teasing girlfriend.
And here he was, in her bedroom, kneeling before her as she sat on the edge of her bed. He had gotten her cheerleader sweater off her during a hot and heavy make-out sesh. Some over-the-bra fondling of the titties, along with not a little bit of begging on his part, and he'd finally gotten at those luscious fruits.
And they were spectacular!
Each one slightly more than a handful--bigger than a grapefruit, smaller than a cantaloupe--squeezably soft yet springing back like super memory foam, and capped by swollen, puffy pink aureolas with sweet little pinkie-finger-sized erect nipples poking out like ripening berries, turning crimson under his hard-sucking, squeezing ministrations. As he was feasting on them, however, he noticed that she was not stopping him. Surely thirty seconds were up by now...
Not that he was complaining.
Not at all.
Ashley was sighing and letting out the occasional whimper, leaning back on her hands with her chest thrust out for his convenience. As he glanced up at her, he saw that her eyes were closed, sexy lips parted as she was panting with passion. She was digging it!
He was loving those titties, but he saw a chance and went for it.
As he continued to suck and lick her erect nips, he dropped one hand to her bare thigh and began slowly working it up under her short skirt. His hand reached her crotch, finding it hot and moist. She moaned and grabbed his wrist.
"No, Mikey, don't touch me there," she whimpered.
"I'm not, baby, I'm not," he murmured, moving up to kiss her hotly.
He eased her down onto her back as he continued the tongue-wrestling kiss. Meanwhile, he twisted his hand around to get her hand off his wrist and deftly guided it to the front of his jeans. She moaned again as she felt the bulge, and did not take it away when he reached back under her skirt. He found the waistband of her bloomers and began pulling them down, all the while kissing her hot and heavy.
Working quickly before she could stop him, he managed to get the heavy bloomers down past her knees to drop to her ankles. However, before he could get back under her skirt, her firm thighs clamped tightly together, blocking his access.
"I told you not to touch me there," she turned her head away from him to gasp.
"I won't, baby, I won't," he said as he moved his mouth back to her left nipple.
She whimpered again as he nipped and sucked the stiff pink bud. Thus distracted, she did not prevent him from wedging his knee between hers and prying her legs apart. Her hand was squeezing his hard dick through his jeans as he stuck his hand back between her legs. Her tiny little thong panties were literally soaked in the crotch. He moved up to begin kissing her again as he slipped his hand into her panties.
She kissed him back passionately as his fingers slid over the hairless, baby-smooth skin of her mons and down the tight little slit of her pussy. She moaned deeply into his mouth when the tip of his middle finger found the hole. Although it was incredibly tight, it was slippery with her flowing juices as he penetrated easily up to the second knuckle.
She broke away from the kiss again. "Don't...Stop..." she begged, finally removing her hand from his pants and grabbing his wrist as he stroked his wet finger in and out, sliding it over her clit in the process.
He didn't know if that meant don't stop, or don't-period, stop-period, but she didn't push his hand away, merely gripped his arm tightly. So he took it for the former and continued fingering her as he began kissing his way down her body, stopping to suck each nipple in turn before planting sucking smooches down the taut flesh of her flat tummy. He slid off the bed, kissing her smooth thighs as he pushed his way between them.
He finally took his hand out of her panties. With one hand he lifted her cheerleading skirt while the other pulled aside the tiny triangle of wet cloth that covered her, and suddenly, there it was! Her completely hairless, pretty little pink pussy!
The second pussy he had ever seen.
Where Mrs. Jones' pussy lips had been dark and plump, swollen with lust and folded open like the wings of a butterfly, her step-daughter's were the delicate crimson petals of a rare, night-blooming orchid, timidly peeking out of her vaginal cleft, glistening with the juices he had spread over them. Her tiny pink clitoris was just visible, swollen with lust within its little pink hoodie.
He took a few heartbeats, staring in awe, before diving in face-first, lest she push him away.
His tongue lapped wildly with a mind of its own, reveling in the musky, heavenly aroma and taste of her virginal heat, before he got it under control, remembering the lesson that her sultry step-mom had taught him. He began gently flittering the tip of his tongue over the clit, while easing his still-wet middle finger back inside her.
Ashley gasped and grabbed him by the hair, unconsciously spreading her quivering thighs wider and pulling him in.
It seemed no time at all as he tongue-teased her clit and finger-fucked her with one-half of one digit, that he could sense she was ready. He switched to the flat of his tongue, pressing it firmly against the throbbing love-button and making swirling circles while his wriggling finger plunged in to the knuckle and began tickling her innards.
Ashley cried out and came hard, jerking and moaning as her pussy flooded his hand and face with wetness.
Mikey stayed with it, riding out her bucking climax, continuing to lick and finger her spasming pussy until she lifted a foot and pressed it against the side of his neck, pushing him away violently. He landed on his ass with an undignified thud, looking up at her as she jumped up, standing over him with one arm trying in vain to hide her heaving titties while the other hand pressed her skirt protectively between her legs.
"Mikey, I told you to stop!" she cried, her face flushed bright red.
"Y-you did?" he mumbled with exaggerated surprise. Well, maybe she had...
"Hmph!" she stomped her foot angrily as she scowled down at him.
"Uh, sorry?" Yeah, sorry for making you CUM, baby!
"Go home, Mikey!" she demanded, then turned and scurried towards her bathroom.
"But Ashley--!?!" What about my DICK?
She turned back angrily. "Get out!" She slammed the bathroom door.
"Fucking hell," Mikey groaned as he climbed to his feet and tried to adjust his boner into a more comfortable position.
He was still grumbling when he slipped out her bedroom door and into the hallway. At the last instant he remembered the testicle-hunting table that lurked in the dark, so he stopped to fish out his cell and switch on its flashlight. The sudden appearance of an apparition in white standing a few feet in front of him nearly made him shriek like a frightened little girl before his eyes focused and saw what it was--
Vanessa Jones, in an ankle-length, diaphanous nightgown, whose translucent fabric did nothing to hide the voluptuous, naked curves of the body beneath.
Mikey gaped at the sight of her. How the hell had he forgotten about Ashley's super-sexy young step-mother, waiting for him in the dark?
Mrs. Jones put her finger to her lips, warning him to be quiet, then beckoned him forward.
Mikey stared at her dark nipples, shambling forward dazedly, and smashed his nuts directly into the corner of the ball-busting table. "OOF!"
"Shh!" she stepped forward and covered his mouth with her hand.
He straightened himself up, biting back the pain.
"You smell like cunt!" Mrs. Jones whispered. "Did you fuck the little slut?"
Mikey shook his head and she took her hand away. "I ate her pussy, just like you taught me."
"You make her cum?"
He nodded.
Mrs. Jones studied his face in the ambient cell phone light for a long moment. "Stop smiling, motherfucker," she finally muttered, then she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into a passionate kiss, during which she hummed appreciatively at the taste of her step-daughter's pussy on his lips.
She paused for a moment. "And what did she do for you?" she whispered hotly, dropping her hand to the bulge in his jeans.
"She kicked me out," he groaned.
Mrs. Jones snickered, then dropped to her knees and had his cock out and in her mouth in the space of about three heartbeats. He groaned, his knees nearly buckling as his bone slid down her constricting throat. She punched him in the thigh, coming off the cock long enough to hiss, "Quiet! Your precious little girlfriend hears you and calls for Daddy, he'll fucking KILL you!"
Mikey bit his lip and leaned against the bastard table as she resumed sucking his dick. He steeled himself against making any noise, including warning her that he was so worked up that he could nut any second. Sure enough, about thirty seconds later, his balls convulsed, silently emptying his load into her sucking mouth. She didn't seem to mind, however, as she gulped it down like it was her own special treat.
After swallowing his cum, Mrs. Jones rose up and grabbed a handful of Mikey's hair, forcing him to his knees. She quickly pulled the long hem of her nightgown up around her waist and raised one long leg to rest her foot on the table top, opening herself up, then forced Mikey's face between her legs. She kept a tight grip on his hair as he immediately went to work, giving the jealous step-mom the same treatment he had given his girlfriend just minutes ago.
Mikey plunged two fingers deep into the wet, slippery hole as he tongued the protruding clitoris. He had supreme confidence at eating pussy now. He'd made Mrs. Jones, a very experienced woman, cum before. He'd made Ashley, a virginal prick-tease, forget herself and cum on his tongue. And he knew he was rocking Vanessa Jones' shit once again by the way she was pulling his hair and thrusting her pussy hard against him.
He did not make her cum, however.
He could tell she was on the verge, but she suddenly dropped her foot from the table and pushed him out of her crotch. She pulled his hand out of her pussy and brought his two fingers up to suck her own juices off them with a low moan of relish. Then she kissed him hard on the mouth while pushing him to the floor. He ended up flat on his back on the carpet, Mrs. Jones on top of him, her prehensile tongue trying to crawl down his throat.
She rose up and pulled her nightgown over her head. His cell phone, still in flashlight mode, was lying atop the nut smashing table, backlighting her dark form. He saw her huge boobs swaying heavily with her movements as she dropped the gown to one side then scooted herself back to sit astride his thighs. She grabbed his dick and gave it a couple of hard slaps, making sure it was fully erect.
It was.
She rose up and guided his straining bone to her very wet vagina. Even with her backlit silhouette, he could see her white teeth gleaming in a lusty smile as she slowly sat on it. Mikey must have groaned as he felt the pussy engulf his throbbing bone, for Mrs. Jones slapped a hand over his mouth and hissed a warning shush. He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on being quiet as the exquisite pleasure of being fully inside the tight, hot, slippery grip of her velvety love-pocket became his entire world. And then she began moving on it, up and down, and that was even better.
He couldn't believe what was happening. It was surreal--like a feverish wet dream--being fucked on the hallway carpet by his girlfriend's hot step-mom, barely six feet outside her bedroom door with the taste of her virgin pussy still fresh upon his tongue. And he could not believe how fucking good it felt, the decidedly UN-virgin pussy riding his bone, faster and faster as Mrs. Jones got hotter and hotter.
She was panting with her efforts, thick ass rolling as she snapped her hips more and more urgently. Thankfully, his jeans muffled the sound of their bodies smacking together, but her heavy titties were swinging, slapping together harder and louder the faster she humped, so Mikey grabbed them, squeezing them hard together.
"Yes!" she whispered harshly. "Suck them titties! Bite my fuckin' nipples--HARD!"
He did as he was instructed, lifting his head to suck and bite at the thick, stiff nips, causing her to fuck even faster. He sensed she was about to cum, but his own nut erupted first. He bit down fiercely on a nip to keep himself from squealing as his body spasmed and his jizz shot into her hot cunt. That triggered her orgasm, as she muffled a gasp, her pace faltering as she was also wracked by climactic spasms before collapsing atop him.
Mikey lay there stunned in the afterglow, holding onto the sweating, panting, naked woman, his dick still inside her.
Sometime later, she sat up. She was still only a dark silhouette, face obscured by the dim backlight of his cell, but he could feel her scrutiny.
Was I okay? He began to feel self-conscious. Was I supposed to cum inside? What do I do now?
Apparently, she could see his discomfort, and was amused by it, as she chuckled lightly and gave him a mostly-playful slap on the cheek, then rose to her feet.
Mikey shuddered as his dick slipped wetly out of the comfort of her snug, hot pussy, then watched as she retrieved her nightgown and walked away without a word, or even a glance back. He watched her sexy, meaty ass disappear into the darkness, then heaved himself lethargically to his feet. In the light of the cell phone, he went to put away his slowly deflating dick and noticed the front of his jeans covered in jizz and pussy cream.
"Holy shit... " he muttered as he grabbed his cell and stumbled toward the front door.