JEAN & ABBY: CHAPTER 5 free porn video

CHAPTER 5: BBQ & BBC

“Jean and Abby … what will it be today, ladies?”

“Hi, Wendy.” Jean and Abby called out at the same time as they entered ForePlay, the erotic women’s shop. They had been in enough lately, especially since Jacob had provided them with an account there, that they were on first name basis with the shop owner. “We’re undecided. We’ll look around for a bit.”

Ten minutes later Wendy found them, again. “Anything I can maybe help with? Do you think you are interested in intimate, clubby, show-off, or …” She had seen them browsing through all those groups of clothes.

Abby said, “Maybe you can. We’re having a tough time.”

Jean added, “It’s for a BBQ and we were told the dress is casual.”

“You two, though … I’m guessing you’re not thinking some shorts and pull-over shirts. Let me guess … Mr. Collins?”

“You remember him?” Jean looked surprised.

“Honey, we a handsome older black man sets up an account for two very attractive blond white women … how could I not remember.” She looked at them seriously. “I’m being nosy so you don’t have to answer, but … do you REALLY work for him?”

Jean and Abby laughed and Jean said, “We do. In his office as secretaries.”

Abby added, “We like to have fun.”

“Mr. Collins and his son who was here?”

Jean was looking at the lingerie now and commented, “He has three sons working there …”

“Oh … my … and the BBQ is with them … and you’re planning to have some fun …” The women nodded, though they were blushing now that the truth was out. Wendy nodded. “Maybe combining these … nobody can say its not casual and it will get your intentions noticed.”

* * * *

It was Saturday mid-afternoon as they pulled into the driveway of the address Jacob had given them for the BBQ. It was a large two-story home with an attached three-car garage, all set about 50 yards back from the tree-lined street. The front of the house was hidden behind tall shrubs only penetrated by the driveway. The front yard was well landscaped and looked professionally maintained. Parked near the front of the closed garage were the three cars the women recognized as belonging to Matt, Caleb, and Terrell. Jacob was a stickler for timeliness in arriving to the office in the morning and completing projects. They had never given him a reason to have to mention it more than the first time when they started working for him. They assumed the same attitude probably carried over into his private life so they were arriving 15 minutes early but his sons had still beat them.

Despite the sunny, warm day, Jean and Abby got out of Jean’s car wearing light coats as they sometimes did in the mornings when discretion for being in public view seemed appropriate. Jacob had mentioned the back yard was private but he hadn’t mentioned that the front was nearly so, too.

There was post-it note stuck to the front door. “Welcome ladies. Please walk in and make your way to the back of the house. We’re on the patio.”

After entering the house into a grand foyer that rose to the second story and a giant light arrangement hanging above them, they remove their coats and lay them on a chair in the foyer as if it was place there just for such a purpose.

Abby quietly said, “God, mom … this place is amazing! You think he lives here by himself?”

“His wife is dead and the guys’ cars are all parked out front. I would guess they don’t live here. But, I agree. I think our little house would easily fit inside this.”

Their heels clicked on the hard floor of the foyer. They didn’t hear anything. They peeked into several rooms as they penetrated toward the back until their heals again clicked on the hardwood floor of a large, very masculine family-type room. To the left as they entered opened into a large kitchen and the back wall was floor-to-ceiling glass with the sliding door they were seeking. Jacob and his sons were relaxing in chairs on the covered portion of the patio. Jacob was in khaki slack, pull-over shirt and loafers. The other three guys were in shorts but otherwise similarly dressed. They were drinking bottles of beer and they could see smoke from the grill wafting past.

The women looked at each before stepping in front of the sliding door, giggled, took a breath, and opened the door.

“Ladies …”

“Holy shit …”

“God, you two are amazing!”

Jacob turned around and chuckled, “I did say casual didn’t I? I was trying not to imply anything and get together away from work.”

They both stepped to each side of him and planted kisses to his cheeks, then moving around the group to similarly greet the other men. They then stood between several of them.

Jean held out her hands, “Well … we were trying to decide what you intended, what we wanted, and struggled with making a decision.”

Abby added, “Then we were in ForePlay …”

Jean continued, “Now … what’s more CASUAL than going around in your underwear?” The men chuckled.

Then Abby stated the obvious, “Besides … you, Jacob, may not have wanted to imply anything … but we did.”

Seeing them had piqued their curiosity and imagination, but Abby’s statement ignited a change in attitude and expectation for the gathering. Jean and Abby were dressed in identical outfits of white lace: shelf bra displaying much of the breast and the nipples; tiny semi-sheer thong; lace top thigh-high stockings; and white 4-niche heels.

“Damn, dad, giving them the account at that shop was the best money spent,” Matt exclaimed.

“You guys know how to make a girl feel good,” Jean said.

Jean and Abby sipped wine while the guys stayed with beer. Dinner was late afternoon and consisted of big steaks, baked potatoes, and a salad. With some teasing about how a meal like that fit into their dietary plans. It certainly didn’t on a normal basis, but Jean had a teasing response, too.

“Abby and I said from the beginning we’d do what we could to support you guys. And, we certainly want our guys to stay big and strong.”

Abby giggled at that. They all looked her way and she shrugged, then muttered, “Especially big.”

Everyone was always surprised when Abby came out with something like that and she blushed. They all guessed what kind of ‘big’ she meant.

Jean stood and gathered several settings and took them into the house to the counter next to the sink. She heard the sliding door close a moment later thinking it was Abby following her lead. Instead, the dishes and bowls set down were with large black hands, hands that then gently held her waist from behind as she sc****d scraps into a bowl for later disposal.

“What are you doing, Jean?” Jacob. “Are you okay?” His body came softly up against hers, his strong hands on her bare waist, his close proximity giving her heart a flutter and her pussy a tingle.

An involuntary shiver passed through her and she turned in the hands at her waist, one softly caressing up her side as hers rose to this face. She kissed him on the lips and his hand slid over the fine lace of her bra, an item they seldom wore anymore, though the shelf style might be a new option with its exposed breast flesh and nipples. She pulled back from the kiss and tried to part but his hands held her in place.

“I’m fine. I … I … just know … it’s more relaxing when the mess is … cleared away.”

“Are you being honest, Jean?” His hand still on her waist moved over her hip and between their bodies. He moved his hips back just enough for his hand to slip between them. Her eyes fluttered close and her breath caught in her throat as his large fingers caressed her thigh and slowly moved to the inside. She wasn’t even aware of her feet shifting, separating away from each other, opening for his expected contact. When his fingers eventually, agonizingly slowly, lightly caressed her pussy under the tiny thong, she gasped and shuttered, her upper body leaning into his powerful chest.

“You’re soaking, Jean.” She only nodded into his shoulder. Of course, she was, she thought. How could she not be, she thought. She was conditioned … by them … by herself. Their cocks … her mind and her body was constantly aware … constantly reacting … anticipating … desiring the feeling of fullness, a fullness she’d never felt and at a depth she still sometimes couldn’t believe. How could she not be wet? How could her body not automatically prepare itself for more penetration by one or more of them? She and her daughter had wanted more sex and to experience it controlled. The Collins men had given that to them but much more, too. She and Abby talked about being sluts before but they had no idea. They had dressed for the office the way a brazen woman might for a lover at night before bed. They had dress for the office the way a flaunting tease might to the most trending club. Now, they had purposely chosen only exposing lingerie to an afternoon BBQ. All of it for these men. All of it to entice these men. All of it as a clear signal they wanted, needed, desired to be fucked, to be used by them.

She pressed her hips into his, trapping his hand between her thighs. His fingers caressed her pussy over the wet, clinging fabric. “Yes, sir, I am. To be honest, when I am with you guys, I think I always am.” His fingers pulled the fabric to the side and stroked over the wet lips of her pussy. She gasped and a smile spread over her entire face. “Abby and I … we … we talked … about …,” she gasped as his fingers played over her lips, parting them and moving through the length of her slit. “We … we thought we … knew what … hmmmmmm … Jacob, sir … thought … knew … what slutty was … but … oooooooo … you guys … showed us …”

She opened her eyes and found his smile, his eyes bright but intent. His finger slowly entered her and her legs parted a bit further. She gasped and lowered her body slightly toward the probing finger. He spoke into her ear, “We didn’t show you anything, dear beautiful, sex woman. We were nervous about pushing. We were afraid of ruining an occasional good thing. No, it wasn’t us, we were just there for you to discover yourselves.” Her body shivered and her breathing ragged as his finger probed, fucked her. Damn, she thought, his finger is like some cocks she’d experienced before. Everything about these men can make her cum. “You two maybe felt safe and in control with us. If so, we felt honored and weren’t going to threaten that, at least not until I proposed anal with Abby.” She almost came as she remembered that morning and the butt-plugs to get ready for them.

She moved her hips to feel more movement of his finger in her pussy. She kissed him hard on the mouth, then, “We do … we do feel safe and respected with you guys. Jacob … don’t worry, please. Don’t hold back. Push us. We … hmmmmm … we want it.”

His cock was hard and pressing into her abdomen. She felt it throb against. “Are you sure, Jean?” He removed his finger and she groaned at the loss of it. She nodded as she panted. His fingers pinched her exposed nipples, then slid behind her back and unfastened her bra. It fell down her arms to the floor and his hands encased her breasts, squeezing the flesh roughly. She gasped, again. “You want us to take you when we desire a fuck or suck?” She nodded strongly. “You want us to use you like sluts, like sluts you desire to be truly?”

“God, yes, sir. It’s why we dress the way we do. It’s why we came to your house for a meal outside only dressed in enticing underwear.” She kissed him, pressing her groin into him, feeling his cock, grinding herself into him. “You guys make us feel … OH GOD … we go home at night and … and … we eat pussy … each other … for the longest time. We suck your cum from each other. Our tongues probe into gaping holes if any of you used us just before leaving.” She gazed intently, lustfully, into his eyes. “Yes … fuck yes … just use us.” She looked over his shoulder to the group still outside. Abby was on Caleb’s lap and the other gathered closer. She smiled. “We could have dressed in shorts and a top and still expected to be fucked. We dressed like this because we feel a sense of being rushed, time constrained at the office. The time is wonderful, amazing but …” Here it is … she’s confessed so much … just a bit more. “We … Abby and I … we were hoping … maybe we could enjoy unconstrained sex with no concerns for time or … or … repetition.”

He smiled, “That can be arranged …” His fingers grasped the strings at her side and pushed her thong down. The wet fabric clung to her wet lips but finally fell to her feet. He took her by the hand and led her outside to the others. The others all stared at Jean’s increased nudity. She was sure her inner thighs glistened with her moisture and it was verified by the eyes falling to it. “Leave the mess, it won’t go anywhere. We’re adjourning to the family room where it will be more comfortable.” Before she turned to follow Jacob, she saw Caleb stand with Abby giggling still his arms.

Jean followed Jacob back into the house and into the family where he sat on one of the two couches. Without hesitation she knelt in front of him and began loosening his slacks and pulling them down his legs. She pulled his under from under his hips and paused at the sight of his cock. She did love these cocks, so black, so big. She pulled herself back to what she was doing and pulled his loafers off, then completed pulling off his slacks and underwear while he pulled his shirt off. As she was completing that, another pair of legs appeared next to her with the shorts falling to the ground. Matt plopped onto the couch next to his father. He pulled his shirt over his head, then grasped his cock and stroked it while Jean licked Jacob’s cock with long, intentional strokes from the base to the head. As she shifted her lips to the side of the cock, she winked and smiled at Matt as she grasped his cock with her left hand and began slowly stroking the length of it.

After a few minutes, she shifted, taking Matt’s cock into her mouth and stroking Jacob’s with her other hand. Their cocks were hard from the time of first being exposed but she enjoyed their cocks in all ways and she knew they enjoyed her mouth on them. With Matt’s cock deep in her mouth, she still noticed Jacob lean into his son and whisper something to him. Matt began to shift her from his cock and stand. A bit confused, at first, she began shifting back to Jacob but he was pulling her up. In response, she kissed up his stomach and chest to his mouth.

He spoke into her mouth, “Straddle me.”

No response from her. None required. Her knees were already on either side his legs, she just moved them further into the couch, reached between them for his cock and held it up, her pussy moving to align to his cock. When she felt the head at her opening, she sighed at the first spreading of her lips and opening, his bulbous head again spreading her opening and filling her. Her pussy already coated with her juices allowed her to slide smoothly down his cock, expanding her, filling her until her hips touched his thighs and his cock was pressing, once again, against the top of her pussy.

Matt appeared alongside them, resting on the back of the couch, his cock presented perfectly for her mouth which opened as she leaned to it. With a big cock in her pussy and mouth, she sighed contentedly. The sigh quickly shifted to moaning and groaning and gasping as she rose and fell on the cock and it assisted by plunging jerkily up into her. She mouthed and sucked on the cock in her mouth as it was also plunged into her, passing into her throat with increasing regularity. Then Jacob said something, again. She heard the sound but not the words. She was consumed by cock in more ways than merely physical. Matt pulled his cock from her mouth and it must have looked comical as her open mouth followed the retreating source of her desire even as she was fucking another one.

She focused on Jacob’s cock she rose and fell on but found herself now being pulled by Matt and pushed by Jacob and she was being removed from that cock, too. She moaned in frustration. She was getting so close to the orgasm she desired, needed, craved. She allowed her body to be manipulated, maneuvered however the men wanted. She trusted they would continue fucking her, she just needed to be patient, go with their direction, be content in being used … yes, used … what she wanted, isn’t it? … be used, caringly but assertively.

She found herself repositioned on her knees on the couch alongside Jacob and her head fell immediately into his lap, engulfing his cock he held up for her. She took it deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling over it, tasting herself on the shaft. Then, she felt hands on her hips, knees spreading hers wider, and a cock pressing at her gaping pussy, entering, and surging in a smooth thrust deep into her. She moaned around one cock that filled her mouth to her throat as another began pounding her pussy, spreading the walls and probing deep inside to the very top. She cried out around Jacob’s cock as her orgasm shook her even as Matt thrust wildly and forcefully at her. Even before her orgasm subsided, Matt’s body stiffened against her and inside her. Her pussy was flooded with cum; spurt after spurt of thick cum filling her pussy and washing over the opening of her womb.

Jean had sagged during her orgasm and Matt’s climax, her face buried in Jacob’s crotch, his saliva covered cock on her cheek. Then … he was gone, he face on the couch seat. Matt was gone, too. Emptiness seemed to consume her now. Before she could put real thought to where her cocks had gone, though, she felt someone flip her over onto her back. Jacob. Jacob was back in front of her. He placed on foot on the back of the couch and pushed the other onto the floor so she was spread wide before him. He looked over her body with a leering grin, his eyes were lust glazed. Jean saw the look and her body spiked, again. Her hands mauled her own breast as she watched him guide his cock in all its size and blackness to her pussy in all its gaping, messy, whiteness.

“OH … GODDDDDD … YESSSSS!” Instantly she was filled with cock, again. Filled. Consumed. She swore she could never tire of the feeling or cease to be so thrilling. She orgasmed, again, and he climaxed moments after.

She heard wonderful sounds from across the space to the other couch. When she could, she turned her head from her position with Jacob recovering over her to find her daughter similarly being consumed and in the throes of an orgasm. Terrell was seated next to Caleb, Abby riding up and down on Caleb’s cock. Terrell’s cock was glistening with wetness in its semi-hard state, stroking Abby’s back and mauling her breast as she bounced with a fury. Then, at that moment, Caleb grunted loudly and with hands on Abby’s waist increased her already fast pace and slammed up into her, clearly shooting his sperm into her.

Matt appeared with fresh drinks: wine for Abby and Jean; switching to bourbon for the men. Both women were sagged on the couches between two men. Jean caught Abby’s eye and simultaneous smile was shared. Jean’s gaze fell to her daughter’s splayed legs and the white fluid seeping from her pussy. She looked to the side to Jacob, her free hand stroking his naked thigh to his now flaccid cock.

“We’re going to make a mess of your couches, sir.”

He chuckled, “They’re washable … they’ll wipe up.” His hand repeated her action, then dipped a finger into her gaping pussy. It came out coated with cum and juice which he brought up to her lips. Everyone else watched as she opened her lips and sucked off the finger. He asked so everyone could hear, “Are you feeling better, now?”

“For now,” she answered. “You know what we talked about, is it possible?”

He laughed and squeezed her nipple causing her to moan softly as she was about to sip the wine. He looked across to the other couch where Abby was relaxed between Caleb and Terrell. “Earlier, which started all this actually, your mother commented how there seems to be a feeling of time constraint, limitation, when we fuck in the office.” He had her full attention and he watched his sons’ hands caressing her. “She said she hoped tonight could be different. She hoped that this could be relaxed, unhurried while still intense. She hoped this could be a night of repetitive opportunity for fucking.” He clearly had the attention of everyone. He felt Jean’s breathing quickening and could see Abby’s breasts rise and fall with her own heavier breathing. “Do you feel the same way, dear?”

Abby placed her glass carefully between her thighs and squeezed the two cocks next to her. She looked across to the other couch, “Yes, sir. My mom know me. Like mother, like daughter as she says. I want to feel all of you inside me tonight … at least once.” She finished it with a lewd smile.

They finished their drinks, then Caleb exclaimed, “Since we began having anal, there is something I’ve been dying to try and I think these women might be woman enough to try it.” He went on to describe being double penetrated standing up.

Abby gasped, her small white hands still filled with black cock. “I’ve not been double penetrated … certainly not by …,” and she looked down at her filled hands, “… not by anything like these.”

Jacob looked across at Abby, again stroking two of his sons, their cocks slowly beginning to show life, already. “There was something else your mom confessed to me, dear.” He marveled at the clear, soft, whiteness of her small body next to the deeply black large bodies on either side of her. He marveled equally about Jean, maybe more because she was … well a mother. “Your mom said, ‘Don’t hold back. Push us. We want it.’ Is that true? You don’t want us to be afraid of offending you, of taking the office thing too far? You want us to push you, to believe you’ll tell us if we want to got too far, that you want to experience more … and more? Like your mother said she wants?

She nodded slowly. Then a smile grew over her face as she made eye contact with Jean and her hands began stroking more firmly on the cocks in her hands.

Caleb stood, causing Abby to lose hold of him. He addressed everyone. “What about it? Everyone game to try?” Indeed they were as all stood even, if unsure how it was going to happen.

Jean stepped to Abby and put her arm around her. “I love you, honey. Thank you. I feel like you are bring my true self out.”

Abby leaned into her mom and laughed, “And here I was thinking you were the one bring it out in me.”

Caleb took Jean hand and pulled her into him. They kissed passionately, hotly. She felt his hardened cock pressing into her. “Time for a switch, slut. Are you ready?” He grabbed her at her sides.

She smiled, “Ready for anything, stud. What do I have to do?”

“Just jump.” She did and his strong hands held her and used that bit of momentum to lift her high enough for her to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He told her to hold on which she did with legs and arms. She then felt one of his hands leave her butt followed by his cock moving over her pussy. When she felt it hit her hole, she eased off on her grip of him and sank down several inches over his cock. She gasped and moaned at the feeling. He chuckled, “Just like you’ve done this before.”

She gave him a kiss and a smile, “Something are just intuitive.” She looked to the side and found Matt with Abby clinging to him as he aligned his cock to her pussy. She smiled at hearing the deep, long moan of pleasure coming from her. She then turned her attention completely to her own situation. Terrell was stepping up behind her. Caleb used his hands on her ass to pull her cheeks apart and she felt lubrication being spread on the outside and pushed inside her asshole. “Oh … Goddddd … it’s going to be tight.”

Terrell pressed his lubed up cock against her asshole and leaned against her back. “I’ll be gentle, Jean, but, yes, it will be tight. We’ve done anal plenty of times so you know you can. With you cunt full of Caleb … yeah, it’ll be tight. Caleb will lift you up so you can let yourself down at your pace, okay?”

She kissed Caleb, then turned her head to kiss Terrell. “Guys, no matter what I say … I want to do this. Don’t let me stop. Please. This will really make me your slut, won’t it?”

Jacob called out from the side, “It will always be hard for us to really think of you and Abby as sluts, but … we understand that’s the direction you want to go.”

Terrell said into her ear, “To answer you Jean, without the niceties of how we feel about you, yes, this will truly put you in the class of being a slut … but a classy slut with our respect.”

She let herself go and she fell most of the way down the two cocks. She cried out at being stretched and stuffed so completely in both holes. She raised herself using legs and arms and dropped herself taking the cocks completely inside, Caleb bottoming out inside her pussy … cunt? … maybe a slut has a cunt? Though her mouth was open with moans and groans continuously flowing out, she smiled internally.

Later that night, but still not late, the group was relaxing in the family. There had been yet another round of fucking after the standing DP’s. Jean was in the kitchen with Jacob assembling trays of snacks and more drinks. The other guys and Abby were sprawled out in the family room only half watching some sports documentary on ESPN.

“Was this more of what you were hoping for, Jean? No time pressure?”

She left the fruit she was slicing, wiped her hands,, and moved up behind him. She pressed her naked body into his naked back. Her arms went around his body as she hugged him tightly, pressing her hips into his ass and her breasts into his back.

“Thank you for this day, Jacob. Abby and I have truly enjoyed it.” She kissed his back. Her hand moved down his front to his long, flaccid cock, and he turned around in her arms. They kissed and he fondled a breast. She looked up at him, “What does it make us, Abby and I, that we get fucked a couple times a day in the office and what we then desire is more casual, uninterrupted time for fucking?” She nervously giggled. “What does it say about a woman who so openly talks about being fucked with her boss much less how she desires more?”

Her hand hadn’t stopped stroking him and his cock was getting hard, again. This had never happened before. He had never been in a situation where he had the opportunity of fucking repeatedly. Four times in a night? He wouldn’t have guessed it, especially at his age, but these two women were different.

“What does it say about you?” He picked her up and walked her to the small dinette table near the windows. He set her down on it and looked down at her: her smiling, expectant face, her heaving breasts and erect nipples, her open thighs leaving her pussy open, glistening, and slightly red from use. He aligned his cock to her waiting pussy and pressed the head just inside. She gasped and sighed with open, honest, and willing appreciation. “What does it say, dear?” She looked up to his face after having watched his large blackness barely penetrate her whiteness. “It must be situational and individual because what it says about you and your daughter is you know yourselves, are honest about yourselves, and truly desire to please. Some women might be whores, tramps, submissive sluts without will, or manipulative sluts out for some gain.” He pressed more cock easily into her cum-filled and loosened pussy. She moaned at feeling the fullness yet again. “You two, though, wanted a unique situation, a real job with benefits and you do both very well.” He pulled back and thrust back in. She moaned and clamped her legs around his thrusting hips, her breast bouncing on her chest. Her eyes were on his, caring what this man honestly felt about her and her daughter. “The only benefits you’ve sought is some office exhibition and fucking. You tease us and entice us and we gladly, happily respond to please you and ourselves.” Her moans and groans came faster as his fucking increased. “You are none of those other things. Maybe you’re sluts but honest ones.”

“OH … FUCK … fuck me … SIR! Please make … me cum … again.”

He leaned over her, kissed her open mouth, and asked, “One thing, my slutty secretary, are you happy … with what’s … happening … with how this … turned out?”

Her arms clamped around his neck and she devoured his mouth as his cock continued plowing into her squishing pussy. “OH GOD … YES, YES, YES … it’s everything … more … mmmmmmmm … oooooooo, sir … more than everything … I imagined.” She gasped and moaned. “YES, SIR … yes, yes, yes … I am very … happy to be your secretary … their secretary … and … and … your slut.”

He pulled out until only the head was inside and slammed brutally back in so his cock crushed into the top of her pussy and they both climaxed, drenching each other with fluids.

He lifted her with his cock still buried inside her and plopped into a chair at the table. The impact of sitting roughly jammed his cock into her, again, and she moaned with delight. She leaned against his body, his large hands caressing her back softly and caringly.

“Stay the night, Jean.”

She partially froze, then sat back, feeling is cock shift with her movement. “What?”

“Stay the night … here … there’s plenty of room for all of us.” He chuckled, “I might be done. I can’t believe you two have pulled me through so many cums …” She moved on his softening cock. Even softening it filled her and felt amazing. “The boys, though … if you want, that is … if you have enjoyed this, it could continue.”

She kissed him on the lips. It was a caring, loving, appreciating kiss. “I would like that very much, Jacob. And … Abby or I entice you, yet again?”

They walked into the family room, finally, with the snacks and drinks to talk with the others. They found Abby sitting on Matt’s cock with her back to him while sucking on Caleb and Terrell’s cock, alternating between sucking and stroking each. But it was clearly a casual effort. When they were spotted, the group paused in action. Abby pulled her mouth off the cock and looked at Jacob and Jean.

“You’re not thinking about leaving, are you?”

Jean laughed as she put the tray of fruit slices, crackers and cheese on the coffee table. “No … in fact, Jacob has suggested we all spend the night here and let this party continue into tomorrow.”

Jean and Jacob watched as the implication of the suggestion coursed through their sex-d**gged minds. Then, Abby blurted out, “Alright, then … would someone hand me one of those drinks, I don’t want to move.” She looked over her shoulder at Matt and giggled. “No … I want to move … just not off Matt.” It was a delicate effort to sip her drink and slide up and down on a cock but she was determined. They all laughed. This is what she had felt was missing, Jean thought. Casual, carefree sex … and lots of it.

The next morning Jacob and Abby came downstairs to the sounds of talk and smells of coffee and bacon coming from the kitchen. They arrived naked and found Jean and the sons also naked as Jean moved along the counter and stove cooking. Jacob greeted his sons and moved up behind Jean, kissing her neck and shoulder while slipping a hand in front to cup and fondle a breast. She giggle and leaned back for a proper kiss.

“How long have everyone been up?” He took a cup of coffee offered to him by Abby and patted her bare butt in thanks as she moved to the table. Caleb pushed his chair back and patted his thigh. She smiled and happily moved to sit in his lap, her legs spread outside his. She knew he wanted to feel her up and tease her and she knew sitting like that put her on display for the other men and she knew it excited her to do it.

Matt replied, “We just got down here but Jean was already busy with coffee made.”

“Jean, you didn’t have to do that for us. We’re capable of getting our breakfast. Besides, you’re the guest here.”

Jean turned and leaned her hip against the counter and sipped her own coffee. “I wanted to. And, you big strong men need a good breakfast to stay strong.”

Abby giggled and softly added, “… and big … don’t forget big.”

“How much sleep did you get?”

Jean replied, “Not much, Jacob.”

“What time was it you two woke me up last night?”

Terrell interrupted, “Wait, what? Both of them? Abby fell asleep with me and I woke up without her.”

“Mom woke me up and coaxed me to double-team your dad.”

“I don’t know, Jacob. Late night, early morning … it was very dark and quiet.”

“Double-teamed?” Terrell was still interested.

Jacob chuckled, “Not complaining. I woke to two mouths on my cock. Before I was fully awake, though, one of them climbed onto my cock and the other over my mouth. Before I could cum, they switched and I had a tighter pussy on my cock and a dripping, gaping one on my mouth. Back and forth. I got a mouth full of cum juice at the end when we all came. I could feel fingers strumming the clit on my chin at the end.”

Terrell, “Was that where they ended up sleeping, then.”

Matt chimed in, “No … I was woken at about 4:30 by a mouth on my cock.” He pointed at Jean. She shrugged

Jean added, “What can I say, I was dreaming about you guys.”

Jacob said, “Well, Abby apparently stayed with me because she was sucking my cock when I finally woke up just now.”

Abby giggled which drew attention over to her where they found her rising up above Caleb’s laps and sitting back down on his cock. She looked sheepishly at everyone watching her, “What … is this rude at the breakfast table?”

Jean shook her head, “What a slut. Honestly, guys, I tried to raise her right.” She was smiling as she said it.

Abby moaned as she rose and dropped in front of everyone, savoring the exhibitionistic attention. “You did … mom. Mmmmmm. You … raised me … ooooooo, yessss … as a right … good slut.”

Jacob added, “Just like her mother, I think.”

Jean turned back to the stove with a big smile on her face.

The day wasn’t nearly over. It was mid-afternoon before they finally left and a bit disappointed that they needed to. But, as the men said as they left with their coats secured around naked bodies (they didn’t even bother looking for their undergarments), they would be seeing them again in the morning. It had been exactly what they had longed for with them, 24 hours of fucking and sucking. They were a bit sore, but only a bit.

As they drove home, they considered options for what to wear for the men in the morning … and the rest of the week.


* * * CHAPTER 6: PROMOTIONS will follow * * * Thanks for reading.