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“You can let me go now Sweetie, unless you need the support?” Tammy had a huge condescending smile on her face, her teeth glittering in the room’s dim light. Her eyes told a different story, like a wary jungle cat, ready to strike and rip my throat out if I made the wrong move.
I let her go and she moved into the room. A BIG room. In the dim light coming from a couple of wall sconces and a laptop on the desk, it looked huge.
Tammy moved into the room, taking off her business jacket and tossing it, missing the back of the chair she seemed to be aiming for. Picking up a large remote from the side table, she plopped in the middle of the circular couch and started punching buttons.
The lights slowly rose in the room. A large TV screen on one wall came to life, a crowd of people cheering for some inane late night talk show host. A remote control for the entire room? This place was fantastic!
The room was opulent to say the least. The large circular couch was the least of it. The laptop across the room was sitting on a fancy wooden desk, which was next to two plush reading chairs, a full bar, and a kitchen with a breakfast bar were also within view. Their business must be doing real good to afford a place like this.
Tammy kicked off her shoes, letting them fall on the floor; one tumbled underneath the coffee table. Beth walked into the room towards the bar, bending to pick up Tammy’s jacket and placing it over the bar stool. I got flashed by the two round orbs of her ass, showing from underneath the short skirt. It also allowed me to see that she didn’t shave her privates completely clean. The carpet definitely matched the drapes. Beth was a natural redhead.
“Name your poison!’
“If I drink any more, I’ll pass out before Tammy finds a decent program,” I joked. “I’m more of a smoker. But I’ll take a soda.”
“Chrissy, honey, there are sodas in the fridge. Can you grab some for all of us? I have to hit the bathroom, and quickly.” Beth punctuated her statement by crossing her legs in a mock pee-pee dance which caused us all to bust out laughing.
My wife slinked towards the bar, swaying a little, but still sure on her feet as Beth flounced off into what I figured was the master bedroom. One hand on the bar, she released the straps on her shoes by lifting her leg up. With her leg up, I could see the tops of her stockings and a glisten on her thigh, obviously from the juices that flowed so freely during our play downstairs.
I felt dorky just standing there, so I moved to the couch with Tammy. Obviously buzzed, she was surfing through the channels, stopping for a second and moving on. She stopped for a second on a sports channel and looked over at me. I shook my head a little and she smiled at me and continued clicking away.
Chrissy appeared, carrying a tray with an ice bucket, four glasses, and a couple bottles of my favorite soda on it. She moved to between Tammy and I and bent over, placing the tray on the coffee table and showing both of us her ass and clean shaven pussy. It was pink and swollen from the earlier activities and looked like it hadn’t lost a drop of moisture during our trip upstairs.
Chrissy poured the sodas and set them on coasters. She sat on the couch and snuggled into my side as I leaned back.
“So? What are we watching?” my sexy wife said in a coy voice.
Looking back at the screen, I found myself staring at the largest cock I had ever seen. On a 50” screen, porn stars pricks look three feet long! It was slowly disappearing between a huge pair of luscious red lips, a drop of spit dangling from one corner.
“Is this ‘decent’ enough for you?” Tammy smirked.
Chrissy’s hand was back in my lap before the last of the veiny cock disappeared in the talented porn stars’ mouth. My cock had only lost a little of its rigidity and began throbbing as her hand started stroking it again.
Lifting her head from my shoulder, Chrissy turned to me and planted a hard, wet kiss on my lips. Her tongue snaked out and invaded my mouth as her big tits smooshed up against my arm and chest.
I returned the kiss with my full conviction. I placed my left hand behind her head and pulled her in even tighter as my right hand trailed down below the hem of her dress to massage her bare ass and play with the tops of her stockings.
I felt the couch move a little and broke our passionate kiss. Tammy had moved closer to the two of us and was holding the decorative box that had been sitting in the middle of the table. Opening it, she pulled out a filter-less cigarette and lit it sucking deeply. The sweet smell of good quality weed wafted beneath my nose.
Now that it has been decriminalized in our state, I’ve been able to smoke some good stuff now and again. I especially know that a nice buzz can settle your stomach after a bout of heavy drinking. Tammy took another deep hit and then held it out to me. I had to remove my hand from Chrissy’s ass to take it and pulled a long deep hit. This wasn’t corner dealer stuff, this was high grade. I felt the tingle spread through my body as the powerful smoke worked its magic.
As I puffed relaxingly on the joint, I allowed my left hand to stray inside the front of my wife’s dress to play with her sensitive left nipple. Finding it already rock hard, I squeezed and pinched it, causing Chrissy to moan in a low rumble that travelled throughout her body all the way down to vibrate on my cock, wedged between us.
“Your lips aren’t making any words. No comment? Something else then?”
Tammy took the joint back, and sticking it in the corner of her mouth, clicked the remote again. The screen flashed again, only to be replaced by a huge tongue licking an enormous clit. I have to say, watching porn on a big screen takes some getting used to. A quick scene cut showed two girls in a torrid 69, writhing together on some kind of makeshift mattress bed.
“Oh, come on! Pussy, pussy, pussy… I wanna see some cock!” I heard from behind me. Beth entered my field of vision as Chrissy kissed down my chest, slowly unbuttoning my shirt as she worked her way lower.
While in the bathroom, Beth had taken off her dinner clothes and changed into a sheer white baby doll negligee. Her mountainous boobs were clearly visible through the flimsy fabric, her silver dollar sized areolas’ surrounding inch long nipples that looked hard as rocks. They were unrestrained and bounced joyfully as she flopped onto the couch.
“Gimme some of that,” Beth said as she scooted in close to me on the couch. She reached across Chrissy and I to take the hooter from Tammy. This position put her large knockers right into my face, burying me in an avalanche of soft tit flesh at the same time as Chrissy gently began chewing on my left nipple.
Relieved of the joint, Tammy again stared intently at the remote and the scene on the TV changed again. This time, a threesome appeared. A lucky guy, leaning back while one girl gave him a blow job and another girl shoved her pussy in his face. The girl on top was in the throes of her orally provided orgasm.
In a squeaky, ‘holding a hit’ voice, Beth complained, “Pictures of dicks and fake dicks are okay, but I want a real one.”
I was surprised by how vocal she was now, compared to the timid seeming hottie she portrayed in the bar. I guess with tits like hers, she could pretty much ask for whatever she wanted.
Chrissy had finished unbuttoning my shirt, and looked up at Beth. Without pausing, my wife sat up and started unbuckling my belt and opening the button on my pants. In one swift motion, she unzipped me and reached in, pulling out my throbbing eight inches.
The head was a vibrant purple and swollen as big as I’d ever seen it. Firmly in her grasp, Chrissy shook it at her, waving it like a baton. She slapped it a couple of times against my stomach, making a dull thud that was clearly audible over the moans coming from the surround sound speakers.
“How about this beauty? Willie stays hard for a long time, and is a repeater if you like the creamy filling.”
Beth stared at it for just a second before reaching out her hand to me.
“Here, hold this.”
I took the thick joint and placed it in my mouth, preparing to take another hit when Beth dropped her head into my lap and in one deep gulp, swallowed my entire dick into the back of her throat. In response, I spit the remainder of the joint out onto the coffee table four feet in front of me.
After only feeling the rougher sensation of my underwear since I left my bed earlier tonight, the soft wetness of Beth’s mouth was a welcome and overwhelming relief. The sensation was incredible, like my cock had been engulfed in a hot tight tunnel that was also occupied by an agile warm blooded snake. As her throat constricted around my bulbous head, her tongue was working miracles around the base of my shaft.
Chrissy, not wanting to be left out knelt on the floor while pushing my knees apart. She tucked her head down below Beth’s and nuzzled her nose up into my heavy ball sack. Her tongue started giving my cum-laden balls their own workout, licking them and sucking them one at a time into her hot mouth.
Tammy got up off the couch and retrieved the wayward hooter, sticking it in the corner of her mouth as she stood watching us. Her eyes roamed everywhere as the cherry brightened with her deep inhale.
Her hands were moving over her own body now, undoing the buttons on her shirt, revealing a muscular body worthy of a dedicated weight lifter. Flipping the front clasp on her bra, she shrugged her arms back, rippling her stomach muscles as the bland blouse fell away. Her small breasts were tipped with tiny rosy red nipples with small areolas.
As I watched this finely toned body slowly come into view, Beth began sliding her mouth up and down my shaft in an agonizingly slow motion, her tongue never stopping. Chrissy’s tongue was now delving in the crack of my ass, tickling my back door and sending shivers throughout my body.
Tammy stood watching the tableau as if mesmerized. Her pants dropped to the floor, followed by her skimpy panties. Her legs matched the rest of her body, hard sinewy and muscled. Standing before me, she reminded me of the Norse Valkyries that confronted Vikings when they died. Her eyes were fixated on Chrissy’s ass hunched down before her. Her left hand was on her completely bald pussy. She was pinching and pulling on her own clit, almost in a jacking off motion.
Beth increased her pace and I slid my hand across the back of her head and down her back, feeling the soft fabric. My hand stopped its downward trek when it came into contact with the burning fire of her cunt. She had lost none of the wetness from earlier, and I easily sank three fingers deep inside, with the fourth tickling her quivering back door.
Tammy bent over, and without even grunting, shoved the coffee table away from the couch. Her muscles were definitely not only cosmetic. I couldn’t help but think that this Amazon had the same build as me, only better. All of her muscles rippled every time she moved.
With the table out of the way, she knelt behind Chrissy and reached underneath her, cupping what I knew from experience, was a very hot and wet pussy. With a couple of fingers buried deep, Tammy lifted my wife’s ass up, bringing her up her knees.
Remaining kneeling, Chrissy straightened up and pulled her dress over her head. First into view was her shaved pussy, wet and puffy from all of the fingers that had already visited tonight. Next into view came the pale blue corset, shiny and silky, glittering in the ambient light. Chrissy’s tits had already overflowed the cups and her nipples pointed directly at me in all their glory. As the dress finally cleared her head, Tammy helped by pulling it the rest of the way off and tossing it towards the desk, missing it by a mile so that it fell in a crumbled heap.
Tammy kneeled behind her and pushed her forward so that her head was resting on my thigh and her ass was sticking in the air, only inches from the blondes intently staring face. Tammy leaned down and ran her tongue straight into my wife’s hot pussy and buried her nose into her ass. Beth’s tongue was circling the head of my dick, tickling all around the throbbing head as I watched my wife get ferociously eaten out, pussy and ass. The muscles on Tammy’s back rippled as she held Chrissy’s ass cheeks in a severe grip and used them as handles to smash the pussy into her face.
Beth released my cock from her mouth, holding it firmly in her small hand. “Lay back, Stud. Let me get a better angle on this,” she said as she pushed me to lie flat on the couch. Tammy knelt up and grabbed a handful of Chrissy’s long brown hair and pulled her up. Both of her powerful arms wrapped around her, playing with my wife’s big tits as her own little nipples bored holes into Chrissy’s back.
I put my left leg on back of the couch and the right one on the floor as Beth rubbed her massive tits over my stomach and hard dick. Making a valley, she wrapped them around it and slowly massaged the now purple member, staving off the impending release in the flowing cool flesh.
Tammy released my wife’s tits and pushed her forward again. Chrissy caught herself on her hands on the edge of the couch. Tammy’s right hand dipped down the crack in front of her and then made a swooping movement up. Chrissy squealed a cry of surprise as Tammy’s entire hand disappeared into her quivering cunt. As she began moving her hand forcibly in and out, Chrissy got slammed further and further forward until her tits were lying across my chest and her head was twisted against the back of the couch.
I had a wonderful view, as my wife’s pussy was battered by the muscular woman. Tammy’s arm muscles rippled with each stroke and twist of the wrist. Her other hand was probing and poking at Chrissy’s back door, twisting and loosening it. She had positioned herself so that she was straddling my wife’s left leg and was humping it as she continued to invade both of Chrissy’s hot holes.
Chrissy just knelt there, grunting with each powerful thrust; her vision blurred by the alcohol and the sensation of being filled with Tammy’s pumping fist. Not having to balance herself, she moved her hand down and began to rub her own clit; the muscles on her face clenched as she stroked herself.
Beth released my aching cock from her now warmed cleavage and started deep-throating me again. I groaned as she took me past her tonsils and started humming along with music playing in the porno.
In this position it took less than a minute for the noise level in the room to rise to epic proportions.
Chrissy started the chain of explosions by letting out a high pitched squeal. Her head thrown back in a furious howl, she started convulsing on Tammy’s hand. The squishing sounds got wetter and I could see liquid coating dripping down her thighs.
At that very moment, Beth inserted two slippery fingers deep into my ass. I felt my asshole stretch around her fingers and the deep full pressure against my prostate. That was all I needed. My breath quickened and my own hips thrust forward of their own volition. Beth felt what was coming and took me fully into her throat, clamping on the base with her teeth.
I exploded. A geyser of cum shot out of me and took a quick trip deep into Beth’s stomach. Her obviously experienced oral skills quickly changed to a series of moaning slurps as she swallowed over and over, devouring my sweet load as soon as it left my pulsating prick. I was shooting boiling hot lava past the sweet tender lips of an oral genius almost on the par of my loving wife. Until tonight, she was the only woman who could ever finish me like that. My wife has the benefit of ‘blow job’ lips. Beth’s treasure was that she didn’t know the definition of ‘gag reflex’.
Tammy was the next to go over the top. Her clit looked positively rigid as she humped Chrissy’s leg. She ground her pussy the back of my wife’s foot and let out an ascending howl I would have usually associated with a timber wolf. Her body spasmed three times before she fell forward onto Chrissy’s back.
For the next couple minutes, as I watched Chrissy and Tammy shake through the throes of their orgasms, Beth continued sucking and cleaning my still hard prick. As she cleaned the head, she stuck her tongue into the piss slit, squeezing the shaft with her hand to milk out every last drop.
“How long do you stay hard, hunk?”
“Sometimes it seems like forever,” my wife replied for me, knowing that I would have a wickedly dry mouth after losing so much fluid.
Beth was still stroking me in long, firm strokes as Tammy and Chrissy slid off me and sat on the floor. Her tits left a sweaty trail as the hard nubs dragged across my chest and stomach.
“So you’re ready then?” It wasn’t like she was waiting for an answer. She was already repositioning herself on the couch, throwing her leg over me to get on top.
Reaching behind herself, she positioned the head of my still tingling dick at the portal of her flame colored pussy. In one quick grunt, she buried all eight of my inches into her willing fuck hole. I reached up, gathering the two massive jugs together and playing with the thick hard nipples.
Beth started her own series of moans as she began rising and falling on my rigid and fully revived cock. I looked down and watched as it disappeared over and over into her tight box, which was stroking my dick deliciously with each thrust.
Chrissy was being helped up off the floor by Tammy, who was pretty much picking her up with her strong muscles. My wife got up on wobbly legs and sat down next to my head on the couch, watching as Beth joyfully bounced up and down on what had been solely hers for the last 7 years.
Tammy, however, wasn’t finished yet either. As my wife lay back, Tammy positioned herself between my lover’s legs and started licking and swirling her tongue all around the outside of her puffy cunt, licking up all the juices dribbling from her steaming slit. With each lick, Chrissy began to moan all over again.
Her hands started to move too, reaching down and twining her fingers into the blonde’s hair, pulling her face deeper into the quivering folds of her pussy. Tammy seemed to take it in stride and shoved her tongue deeper inside, slurping out the juices that were flowing freely.
All of this I could see reflected in the passionate contortions of my wife’s face, hovering above me. Beth blocked any further view of that situation when her arms gave out, crushing her massive melons into my face, burying me in an avalanche of wonderful tit flesh. I took advantage of the situation and began to lick and suck every inch of the voluminous tit flesh.
She was grinding now, pressing her hips down, taking every last millimeter of my throbbing cock. I could feel her cervix through the head of my cock as the walls of her pussy alternately clenched and relaxed.
As I had already cum once, really hard, I lasted a remarkably long time inside Beth. She went through a multitude of hip actions, rotating and rocking, thrusting and grinding, fucking herself with furious abandon. She went through an assortment of vocalizations as well, groaning when she was full up and squealing each time she thrust it back in. The entire time, I nibbled, licked, and sucked on the twin mounds that occasionally threatened to suffocate me.
When her thrusting began to get sporadic, I decided to assist. I grabbed two handfuls of her sweet ass and began meeting her thrust for thrust, pulling almost all the way out before driving it as deep into her as I could get. A dozen thrusts later she came, screaming loudly and crushing my dick inside her spasming pussy.
My poor penis couldn’t handle the rough treatment any more either. I came, howling coming from my mouth as cum poured out of my cock. Her clenching muscles turned my ejaculation into a jet stream of cum, bathing her insides with my warm goo.
It was then I heard the third person squealing. My wife, under Tammy’s ministrations, was coming hard herself. Tammy was frantically sucking on her clit, pulling and stretching the tender morsel of flesh, dragging Chrissy’s second orgasm from deep inside her. One of her hands was mauling one of Chrissy’s fat titties, the other had three fingers in her ass.
Beth lay with her head tucked under my chin, breathing hard as my hands roamed across her back. I tenderly caressed her soft skin as the final twitches of her orgasm slowly subsided. Chrissy jerked convulsively as Tammy feasted slowly on the juices flowing from her with long flat licks of her tongue, like a kid with an ice cream cone.
Tammy sat back, crossing her legs underneath her, and took a long swig of her soda. Reaching into the box on the coffee table, she pulled another joint out and lit it, sucking deeply. Chrissy sat there, breathing heavily, her legs splayed out in front of her. Beth sighed and held onto me as I felt a trail of our combined juices dribble down my thigh.
Tammy passed me the hooter and I sucked the sweet smoke into my lungs. She dropped a few additional ice cubes in my glass and handed it to me as she took the joint back, sticking it in the corner of her mouth. She looked down between my wife’s legs and smiled, “She sure does come hard. And she tastes really sweet.”
“She’s never disappointed me,” I said, handing my glass back to her. She set it back on the coffee table and after wiping the condensation off onto her stomach, took another long pull on the joint and tapped the ashes into the ashtray.
The porno on the screen was still going, the guy now pumping ferociously into one girl’s pussy as the other one slapped his ass and played with his balls. The repetitive sloshing noises counterpointed by the sharp slaps were quiet compared to the cacophony of sounds that had just come from us.
Beth finally sat up and wiggled her hips on top of me, stirring my still semi-hard prick inside of her dripping pussy. Putting one hand on the back of the couch, she lifted her still vibrating quim off of my dick, letting it slap to my stomach with a wet plop. She pulled her legs out from under her and sat back, her pussy oozing our combined liquids so that they dripped down to her asshole.
“I’m dripping with sweat. This corset is cute but it doesn’t move very well against sticky skin,” my wife said, trying to adjust her tits in the tight fabric.
“Why don’t we all take a shower? The one in the bathroom is huge,” Tammy suggested holding out a hand to my wife.
Continued in “Special Dinner Part 3”
I let her go and she moved into the room. A BIG room. In the dim light coming from a couple of wall sconces and a laptop on the desk, it looked huge.
Tammy moved into the room, taking off her business jacket and tossing it, missing the back of the chair she seemed to be aiming for. Picking up a large remote from the side table, she plopped in the middle of the circular couch and started punching buttons.
The lights slowly rose in the room. A large TV screen on one wall came to life, a crowd of people cheering for some inane late night talk show host. A remote control for the entire room? This place was fantastic!
The room was opulent to say the least. The large circular couch was the least of it. The laptop across the room was sitting on a fancy wooden desk, which was next to two plush reading chairs, a full bar, and a kitchen with a breakfast bar were also within view. Their business must be doing real good to afford a place like this.
Tammy kicked off her shoes, letting them fall on the floor; one tumbled underneath the coffee table. Beth walked into the room towards the bar, bending to pick up Tammy’s jacket and placing it over the bar stool. I got flashed by the two round orbs of her ass, showing from underneath the short skirt. It also allowed me to see that she didn’t shave her privates completely clean. The carpet definitely matched the drapes. Beth was a natural redhead.
“Name your poison!’
“If I drink any more, I’ll pass out before Tammy finds a decent program,” I joked. “I’m more of a smoker. But I’ll take a soda.”
“Chrissy, honey, there are sodas in the fridge. Can you grab some for all of us? I have to hit the bathroom, and quickly.” Beth punctuated her statement by crossing her legs in a mock pee-pee dance which caused us all to bust out laughing.
My wife slinked towards the bar, swaying a little, but still sure on her feet as Beth flounced off into what I figured was the master bedroom. One hand on the bar, she released the straps on her shoes by lifting her leg up. With her leg up, I could see the tops of her stockings and a glisten on her thigh, obviously from the juices that flowed so freely during our play downstairs.
I felt dorky just standing there, so I moved to the couch with Tammy. Obviously buzzed, she was surfing through the channels, stopping for a second and moving on. She stopped for a second on a sports channel and looked over at me. I shook my head a little and she smiled at me and continued clicking away.
Chrissy appeared, carrying a tray with an ice bucket, four glasses, and a couple bottles of my favorite soda on it. She moved to between Tammy and I and bent over, placing the tray on the coffee table and showing both of us her ass and clean shaven pussy. It was pink and swollen from the earlier activities and looked like it hadn’t lost a drop of moisture during our trip upstairs.
Chrissy poured the sodas and set them on coasters. She sat on the couch and snuggled into my side as I leaned back.
“So? What are we watching?” my sexy wife said in a coy voice.
Looking back at the screen, I found myself staring at the largest cock I had ever seen. On a 50” screen, porn stars pricks look three feet long! It was slowly disappearing between a huge pair of luscious red lips, a drop of spit dangling from one corner.
“Is this ‘decent’ enough for you?” Tammy smirked.
Chrissy’s hand was back in my lap before the last of the veiny cock disappeared in the talented porn stars’ mouth. My cock had only lost a little of its rigidity and began throbbing as her hand started stroking it again.
Lifting her head from my shoulder, Chrissy turned to me and planted a hard, wet kiss on my lips. Her tongue snaked out and invaded my mouth as her big tits smooshed up against my arm and chest.
I returned the kiss with my full conviction. I placed my left hand behind her head and pulled her in even tighter as my right hand trailed down below the hem of her dress to massage her bare ass and play with the tops of her stockings.
I felt the couch move a little and broke our passionate kiss. Tammy had moved closer to the two of us and was holding the decorative box that had been sitting in the middle of the table. Opening it, she pulled out a filter-less cigarette and lit it sucking deeply. The sweet smell of good quality weed wafted beneath my nose.
Now that it has been decriminalized in our state, I’ve been able to smoke some good stuff now and again. I especially know that a nice buzz can settle your stomach after a bout of heavy drinking. Tammy took another deep hit and then held it out to me. I had to remove my hand from Chrissy’s ass to take it and pulled a long deep hit. This wasn’t corner dealer stuff, this was high grade. I felt the tingle spread through my body as the powerful smoke worked its magic.
As I puffed relaxingly on the joint, I allowed my left hand to stray inside the front of my wife’s dress to play with her sensitive left nipple. Finding it already rock hard, I squeezed and pinched it, causing Chrissy to moan in a low rumble that travelled throughout her body all the way down to vibrate on my cock, wedged between us.
“Your lips aren’t making any words. No comment? Something else then?”
Tammy took the joint back, and sticking it in the corner of her mouth, clicked the remote again. The screen flashed again, only to be replaced by a huge tongue licking an enormous clit. I have to say, watching porn on a big screen takes some getting used to. A quick scene cut showed two girls in a torrid 69, writhing together on some kind of makeshift mattress bed.
“Oh, come on! Pussy, pussy, pussy… I wanna see some cock!” I heard from behind me. Beth entered my field of vision as Chrissy kissed down my chest, slowly unbuttoning my shirt as she worked her way lower.
While in the bathroom, Beth had taken off her dinner clothes and changed into a sheer white baby doll negligee. Her mountainous boobs were clearly visible through the flimsy fabric, her silver dollar sized areolas’ surrounding inch long nipples that looked hard as rocks. They were unrestrained and bounced joyfully as she flopped onto the couch.
“Gimme some of that,” Beth said as she scooted in close to me on the couch. She reached across Chrissy and I to take the hooter from Tammy. This position put her large knockers right into my face, burying me in an avalanche of soft tit flesh at the same time as Chrissy gently began chewing on my left nipple.
Relieved of the joint, Tammy again stared intently at the remote and the scene on the TV changed again. This time, a threesome appeared. A lucky guy, leaning back while one girl gave him a blow job and another girl shoved her pussy in his face. The girl on top was in the throes of her orally provided orgasm.
In a squeaky, ‘holding a hit’ voice, Beth complained, “Pictures of dicks and fake dicks are okay, but I want a real one.”
I was surprised by how vocal she was now, compared to the timid seeming hottie she portrayed in the bar. I guess with tits like hers, she could pretty much ask for whatever she wanted.
Chrissy had finished unbuttoning my shirt, and looked up at Beth. Without pausing, my wife sat up and started unbuckling my belt and opening the button on my pants. In one swift motion, she unzipped me and reached in, pulling out my throbbing eight inches.
The head was a vibrant purple and swollen as big as I’d ever seen it. Firmly in her grasp, Chrissy shook it at her, waving it like a baton. She slapped it a couple of times against my stomach, making a dull thud that was clearly audible over the moans coming from the surround sound speakers.
“How about this beauty? Willie stays hard for a long time, and is a repeater if you like the creamy filling.”
Beth stared at it for just a second before reaching out her hand to me.
“Here, hold this.”
I took the thick joint and placed it in my mouth, preparing to take another hit when Beth dropped her head into my lap and in one deep gulp, swallowed my entire dick into the back of her throat. In response, I spit the remainder of the joint out onto the coffee table four feet in front of me.
After only feeling the rougher sensation of my underwear since I left my bed earlier tonight, the soft wetness of Beth’s mouth was a welcome and overwhelming relief. The sensation was incredible, like my cock had been engulfed in a hot tight tunnel that was also occupied by an agile warm blooded snake. As her throat constricted around my bulbous head, her tongue was working miracles around the base of my shaft.
Chrissy, not wanting to be left out knelt on the floor while pushing my knees apart. She tucked her head down below Beth’s and nuzzled her nose up into my heavy ball sack. Her tongue started giving my cum-laden balls their own workout, licking them and sucking them one at a time into her hot mouth.
Tammy got up off the couch and retrieved the wayward hooter, sticking it in the corner of her mouth as she stood watching us. Her eyes roamed everywhere as the cherry brightened with her deep inhale.
Her hands were moving over her own body now, undoing the buttons on her shirt, revealing a muscular body worthy of a dedicated weight lifter. Flipping the front clasp on her bra, she shrugged her arms back, rippling her stomach muscles as the bland blouse fell away. Her small breasts were tipped with tiny rosy red nipples with small areolas.
As I watched this finely toned body slowly come into view, Beth began sliding her mouth up and down my shaft in an agonizingly slow motion, her tongue never stopping. Chrissy’s tongue was now delving in the crack of my ass, tickling my back door and sending shivers throughout my body.
Tammy stood watching the tableau as if mesmerized. Her pants dropped to the floor, followed by her skimpy panties. Her legs matched the rest of her body, hard sinewy and muscled. Standing before me, she reminded me of the Norse Valkyries that confronted Vikings when they died. Her eyes were fixated on Chrissy’s ass hunched down before her. Her left hand was on her completely bald pussy. She was pinching and pulling on her own clit, almost in a jacking off motion.
Beth increased her pace and I slid my hand across the back of her head and down her back, feeling the soft fabric. My hand stopped its downward trek when it came into contact with the burning fire of her cunt. She had lost none of the wetness from earlier, and I easily sank three fingers deep inside, with the fourth tickling her quivering back door.
Tammy bent over, and without even grunting, shoved the coffee table away from the couch. Her muscles were definitely not only cosmetic. I couldn’t help but think that this Amazon had the same build as me, only better. All of her muscles rippled every time she moved.
With the table out of the way, she knelt behind Chrissy and reached underneath her, cupping what I knew from experience, was a very hot and wet pussy. With a couple of fingers buried deep, Tammy lifted my wife’s ass up, bringing her up her knees.
Remaining kneeling, Chrissy straightened up and pulled her dress over her head. First into view was her shaved pussy, wet and puffy from all of the fingers that had already visited tonight. Next into view came the pale blue corset, shiny and silky, glittering in the ambient light. Chrissy’s tits had already overflowed the cups and her nipples pointed directly at me in all their glory. As the dress finally cleared her head, Tammy helped by pulling it the rest of the way off and tossing it towards the desk, missing it by a mile so that it fell in a crumbled heap.
Tammy kneeled behind her and pushed her forward so that her head was resting on my thigh and her ass was sticking in the air, only inches from the blondes intently staring face. Tammy leaned down and ran her tongue straight into my wife’s hot pussy and buried her nose into her ass. Beth’s tongue was circling the head of my dick, tickling all around the throbbing head as I watched my wife get ferociously eaten out, pussy and ass. The muscles on Tammy’s back rippled as she held Chrissy’s ass cheeks in a severe grip and used them as handles to smash the pussy into her face.
Beth released my cock from her mouth, holding it firmly in her small hand. “Lay back, Stud. Let me get a better angle on this,” she said as she pushed me to lie flat on the couch. Tammy knelt up and grabbed a handful of Chrissy’s long brown hair and pulled her up. Both of her powerful arms wrapped around her, playing with my wife’s big tits as her own little nipples bored holes into Chrissy’s back.
I put my left leg on back of the couch and the right one on the floor as Beth rubbed her massive tits over my stomach and hard dick. Making a valley, she wrapped them around it and slowly massaged the now purple member, staving off the impending release in the flowing cool flesh.
Tammy released my wife’s tits and pushed her forward again. Chrissy caught herself on her hands on the edge of the couch. Tammy’s right hand dipped down the crack in front of her and then made a swooping movement up. Chrissy squealed a cry of surprise as Tammy’s entire hand disappeared into her quivering cunt. As she began moving her hand forcibly in and out, Chrissy got slammed further and further forward until her tits were lying across my chest and her head was twisted against the back of the couch.
I had a wonderful view, as my wife’s pussy was battered by the muscular woman. Tammy’s arm muscles rippled with each stroke and twist of the wrist. Her other hand was probing and poking at Chrissy’s back door, twisting and loosening it. She had positioned herself so that she was straddling my wife’s left leg and was humping it as she continued to invade both of Chrissy’s hot holes.
Chrissy just knelt there, grunting with each powerful thrust; her vision blurred by the alcohol and the sensation of being filled with Tammy’s pumping fist. Not having to balance herself, she moved her hand down and began to rub her own clit; the muscles on her face clenched as she stroked herself.
Beth released my aching cock from her now warmed cleavage and started deep-throating me again. I groaned as she took me past her tonsils and started humming along with music playing in the porno.
In this position it took less than a minute for the noise level in the room to rise to epic proportions.
Chrissy started the chain of explosions by letting out a high pitched squeal. Her head thrown back in a furious howl, she started convulsing on Tammy’s hand. The squishing sounds got wetter and I could see liquid coating dripping down her thighs.
At that very moment, Beth inserted two slippery fingers deep into my ass. I felt my asshole stretch around her fingers and the deep full pressure against my prostate. That was all I needed. My breath quickened and my own hips thrust forward of their own volition. Beth felt what was coming and took me fully into her throat, clamping on the base with her teeth.
I exploded. A geyser of cum shot out of me and took a quick trip deep into Beth’s stomach. Her obviously experienced oral skills quickly changed to a series of moaning slurps as she swallowed over and over, devouring my sweet load as soon as it left my pulsating prick. I was shooting boiling hot lava past the sweet tender lips of an oral genius almost on the par of my loving wife. Until tonight, she was the only woman who could ever finish me like that. My wife has the benefit of ‘blow job’ lips. Beth’s treasure was that she didn’t know the definition of ‘gag reflex’.
Tammy was the next to go over the top. Her clit looked positively rigid as she humped Chrissy’s leg. She ground her pussy the back of my wife’s foot and let out an ascending howl I would have usually associated with a timber wolf. Her body spasmed three times before she fell forward onto Chrissy’s back.
For the next couple minutes, as I watched Chrissy and Tammy shake through the throes of their orgasms, Beth continued sucking and cleaning my still hard prick. As she cleaned the head, she stuck her tongue into the piss slit, squeezing the shaft with her hand to milk out every last drop.
“How long do you stay hard, hunk?”
“Sometimes it seems like forever,” my wife replied for me, knowing that I would have a wickedly dry mouth after losing so much fluid.
Beth was still stroking me in long, firm strokes as Tammy and Chrissy slid off me and sat on the floor. Her tits left a sweaty trail as the hard nubs dragged across my chest and stomach.
“So you’re ready then?” It wasn’t like she was waiting for an answer. She was already repositioning herself on the couch, throwing her leg over me to get on top.
Reaching behind herself, she positioned the head of my still tingling dick at the portal of her flame colored pussy. In one quick grunt, she buried all eight of my inches into her willing fuck hole. I reached up, gathering the two massive jugs together and playing with the thick hard nipples.
Beth started her own series of moans as she began rising and falling on my rigid and fully revived cock. I looked down and watched as it disappeared over and over into her tight box, which was stroking my dick deliciously with each thrust.
Chrissy was being helped up off the floor by Tammy, who was pretty much picking her up with her strong muscles. My wife got up on wobbly legs and sat down next to my head on the couch, watching as Beth joyfully bounced up and down on what had been solely hers for the last 7 years.
Tammy, however, wasn’t finished yet either. As my wife lay back, Tammy positioned herself between my lover’s legs and started licking and swirling her tongue all around the outside of her puffy cunt, licking up all the juices dribbling from her steaming slit. With each lick, Chrissy began to moan all over again.
Her hands started to move too, reaching down and twining her fingers into the blonde’s hair, pulling her face deeper into the quivering folds of her pussy. Tammy seemed to take it in stride and shoved her tongue deeper inside, slurping out the juices that were flowing freely.
All of this I could see reflected in the passionate contortions of my wife’s face, hovering above me. Beth blocked any further view of that situation when her arms gave out, crushing her massive melons into my face, burying me in an avalanche of wonderful tit flesh. I took advantage of the situation and began to lick and suck every inch of the voluminous tit flesh.
She was grinding now, pressing her hips down, taking every last millimeter of my throbbing cock. I could feel her cervix through the head of my cock as the walls of her pussy alternately clenched and relaxed.
As I had already cum once, really hard, I lasted a remarkably long time inside Beth. She went through a multitude of hip actions, rotating and rocking, thrusting and grinding, fucking herself with furious abandon. She went through an assortment of vocalizations as well, groaning when she was full up and squealing each time she thrust it back in. The entire time, I nibbled, licked, and sucked on the twin mounds that occasionally threatened to suffocate me.
When her thrusting began to get sporadic, I decided to assist. I grabbed two handfuls of her sweet ass and began meeting her thrust for thrust, pulling almost all the way out before driving it as deep into her as I could get. A dozen thrusts later she came, screaming loudly and crushing my dick inside her spasming pussy.
My poor penis couldn’t handle the rough treatment any more either. I came, howling coming from my mouth as cum poured out of my cock. Her clenching muscles turned my ejaculation into a jet stream of cum, bathing her insides with my warm goo.
It was then I heard the third person squealing. My wife, under Tammy’s ministrations, was coming hard herself. Tammy was frantically sucking on her clit, pulling and stretching the tender morsel of flesh, dragging Chrissy’s second orgasm from deep inside her. One of her hands was mauling one of Chrissy’s fat titties, the other had three fingers in her ass.
Beth lay with her head tucked under my chin, breathing hard as my hands roamed across her back. I tenderly caressed her soft skin as the final twitches of her orgasm slowly subsided. Chrissy jerked convulsively as Tammy feasted slowly on the juices flowing from her with long flat licks of her tongue, like a kid with an ice cream cone.
Tammy sat back, crossing her legs underneath her, and took a long swig of her soda. Reaching into the box on the coffee table, she pulled another joint out and lit it, sucking deeply. Chrissy sat there, breathing heavily, her legs splayed out in front of her. Beth sighed and held onto me as I felt a trail of our combined juices dribble down my thigh.
Tammy passed me the hooter and I sucked the sweet smoke into my lungs. She dropped a few additional ice cubes in my glass and handed it to me as she took the joint back, sticking it in the corner of her mouth. She looked down between my wife’s legs and smiled, “She sure does come hard. And she tastes really sweet.”
“She’s never disappointed me,” I said, handing my glass back to her. She set it back on the coffee table and after wiping the condensation off onto her stomach, took another long pull on the joint and tapped the ashes into the ashtray.
The porno on the screen was still going, the guy now pumping ferociously into one girl’s pussy as the other one slapped his ass and played with his balls. The repetitive sloshing noises counterpointed by the sharp slaps were quiet compared to the cacophony of sounds that had just come from us.
Beth finally sat up and wiggled her hips on top of me, stirring my still semi-hard prick inside of her dripping pussy. Putting one hand on the back of the couch, she lifted her still vibrating quim off of my dick, letting it slap to my stomach with a wet plop. She pulled her legs out from under her and sat back, her pussy oozing our combined liquids so that they dripped down to her asshole.
“I’m dripping with sweat. This corset is cute but it doesn’t move very well against sticky skin,” my wife said, trying to adjust her tits in the tight fabric.
“Why don’t we all take a shower? The one in the bathroom is huge,” Tammy suggested holding out a hand to my wife.
Continued in “Special Dinner Part 3”
Trisha
- 04.05.2021
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