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CHAPTER 8: DARK KNIGHTS

Once arriving back in town and pulling their carry-on bags through the airport, Jacob suggested, instructed really, Jean and Abby take the afternoon off. They arrived shortly after noon so their was an entire afternoon left.

“Take the afternoon off. Spend more of my money at ForePlay or in bed with each other … you deserve it.” He looked down at Abby as they exited the airport building and waited for the chance to cross to the parking structure and their cars. “And, no, last night was not sufficient ‘thank you’, though I certainly enjoyed it.” Abby blushed at the verbal comment in a crowd of people, though the comment had no obvious suggestion to it. Her mind, however, flooded her with memories of she and her mom ravaging him several times so they both were rewarded with his climaxing big cock in their cunts.

So, when they entered the office door the next morning, they had new, matching outfits for the men to enjoy as much as they enjoyed wearing them. Upon entering the front door, they spied the four men assembled in the glass enclosed conference room at the back of the office beyond Abby and Jean’s desks in the commons area between the four offices of men. They hung their light coats on the coat rack at the door to reveal their outfits, definitely not appropriate to be seen entering a professional office. As was their custom, their outfits were matching: sleeveless button-up blouse of quite sheer white material unbuttoned and tied together just below their breasts; micro-pleated dark blue skirts they had to wear very low on the hips for any cover of their asses; white sheer thigh high stocks that the skirts didn’t come close to covering the tops of; and white, strap 4 inch high heels. After Jean leaned past her chair to turn her computer on, she bent over to place her purse in the bottom drawer of her desk. Abby duplicated the motion but Jean blocked the view of her. Jean kept her knees unbent as she did it and the men in the conference room all turned to see … she was without panties or thong to go along with the absence of bra which had now become pretty much normal.

It was a tease and the two women giggled as they moved to settle in at their desks. They assumed the men were in discussion about something since many meetings were without them. The only meeting they assumed their attendance was required for was the Monday morning status update meeting. So, when Caleb called out to them from the conference room door, they stood expectantly and responded with a playful “Yes, sir.” It could be serious business or … it could be serious fun.

A chair was empty on either side of Jacob and he pulled both away from the table for them. When they sat, it was obvious they were sitting bare ass on the seats. The women looked around the table at the three sons before putting their attention on Jacob.

He said, “While we were waiting for you to arrive, I was telling them that I heard from Harold Swanson.”

Jean asked, “Good news, sir?”

“Good new, indeed, Jean,” he answered. “As we all know, we went into the meeting with a presentation and pitch focused on three additional lines from them but leaving it open for a hint for more but not having high hopes for more. Harold wanted to give me advance notice, there is paperwork and current representation termination to take care of, that his management heartily agreed to the three additional lines. As a surprise to him, though, was the addition of another. It came from Ann Jamison who offered up her the line she has management responsibility for.” He focused on Jean. “You remember Ann, Jean … she’ll remember you for some time, apparently. She informed Harold she feels she may need to come and visit us to acquaint you with the specifics of the reporting software.”

Jean blushed and received good-natured teasing. She smiled at the teasing and fiddled with the loose blouse. “I look forward to working with her and satisfying her completely, sir.”

“I have no doubt, dear, no doubt.” He stood and pulled on the chairs of the two women and they also stood. He looked at his sons, “I had to insist they take the afternoon off yesterday because they seemed very intent on returning to the office for some reason. I suggested they go shopping or to bed.”

Terrell said, “By the looks of it, more money well spent, dad.” At which Abby turned , put her ass out toward them and raised her micro-skirt in a flash.

Matt asked in apparent seriousness, though his mouth betrayed a smile he wasn’t controlling well, “What could possibly be of so much interest in coming back to the office after a tiring trip?”

Both women turned sharply, a hand on hip jutted out to the side, and a look of disbelief. Jean moved first but Abby was immediate in her following. The ties of the blouses were undone which allowed the blouses to fall open exposing bare breasts underneath. Abby made the next move of slipping the blouse off and strutting down her side of the table, only a few steps, to Matt and Terrell. She stood between them and when they turned to look at her she pulled their faces into her chest. As their mouths took in a nipple, their hands found the inside of her legs and up to her cunt. One of them commented, “She wet, already.” The other followed through a mouth filled with nipple, “They’re always wet.” Abby giggled at that. Around them, she certainly thought she was.

Jean went to her knees in front of Jacob with her hand out to Caleb for him to join. She loosened both pair of slacks and swallowed their hardening big cocks taking them deeper and deeper as they became harder and longer and thicker. God … Yessss … home, again.

* * * *

Friday night and the women were just finishing up the day when Caleb and Terrell walked up beside their desks. They were still naked from their earlier fuckings. It had been a good day … they had both been fucked twice … no, not fucked twice, they had both been fucked twice as in the morning AND afternoon and since all the men participated in fucking them, that meant they had been fucked twice twice … four times. Also, naked was exactly true … they were wearing stockings and heels.

“It’s the weekend, ladies, any plans for tomorrow night?” Terrell was leaning over the side of Abby’s desk. Between the sucking and fucking that occurs in the office it might be assumed that the men might be getting used to them being naked, but obviously not and it delighted the women. Terrell’s leaning over was a clear and obvious attempt to gaze at Abby’s body.

Jean responded quickly, “What?!? Are you asking my daughter out on a date? Are you nosing into her private life? What exactly is you intention, young man?”

“Ugh ... umm … no, ma’am … I … I only meant …”

Abby stood up and turned to her mom with hands on her hips before turning to Terrell, “Stop it mother … she’s just giving you shit.”

Jean was still punching keys, “What? A mother can’t enquire about the intentions of a man for her only daughter?” Abby rolled her eyes and Jean fought to hold back her smile.

Caleb jumped in to save their intentions. “We were wondering if you would join us for the evening. We know our office situation is unique and we don’t mean to dominate your lives but we really enjoy your company. To your point, MOM, we’ll do this right. We’d pick you up, take you to a nice dinner, then to a club for drinks and, hopefully, dancing. Then … it’s up to you.”

Jean gave him ‘the mother’s eye’. Abby said, “Mother! She’s just … hell, you fucked her an hour ago, you don’t know she’s messing with you?” Abby rolled her eyes at both of them. “What club?”

“Dark Knights.”

Abby shrugged at Jean. Jean continued punching keys, “Don’t look at me. You know how long it’s been since someone took me to a nice club?” She looked up, “Is this a nice club?”

She heard Jacob, “It really is a nice club. These two own a piece of it.”

Then, Matt, “And, we’d love for you to join us. As they said, we don’t mean to start dominating your life beyond work, but we do love your company.”

Abby asked, “All four of you? You’re all asking us out?” They nodded. She looked briefly at her mom, then, “How can we turn that down?”

After getting more information about what Dark Knights was and the type of music, they knew they were going back to ForePlay … more shopping on Jacob’s tab. They were beginning to think they were in a rut but it was a fun rut and the guys definitely enjoyed it. They were looking for a mini-dress that had style and very provocative. They found it in a cowl neck mini-dress. Abby went with navy and Jean with black. The dresses were otherwise identical. The mini-dress had a plunging neckline nearly to the belly button, halter straps that adjusted with an o-ring and an open back that didn’t exist all the way to barely covering the top of their ass crack. The rest of the dress was form fitting and the dresses definitely hugged their trim bodies at the waist and hips. The skirt ended about six inches below their ass cheeks. There was no way to wear a bra and the loosely d****d cowl in front provided cover only when they were careful. Jean’s C-cup breasts would have no support while Abby’s B-cup really didn’t need any. After discussing the look with Marge, the owner of the shop, they elected to forego stockings for bare legs and added matching colored lace thongs and matching heels to finish the look.

That was how they were dressed when the doorbell rang at their small ranch-style house. Abby rushed to the door as Jean turned off some lights making her way to the front door as the door opened and Matt filled it with his impressive body. It could have been any of the others and the impression would have been the same. Abby raised herself up on the toes of her right foot to give him a quick kiss greeting, her excitement evident. Jean smiled at her daughter as she approached the door with both their small clutch purses. She gave him the same quick kiss and responded with an involuntary sensual shiver as his big hand ever so lightly stroked her exposed back. She and Abby had talked about this night and weren’t quite sure what to make of it. They hadn’t even wondered about dating since taking this job. They were getting amazing sex with four equally amazing and caring men. Their evenings and time away from the office wasn’t wanting or lonely as the relationship between them blossomed into a deeper emotional and physical connection they hadn’t expected and somehow complimented the raw sexual relationship of the office and the outside time they occasionally had with them. This night, though, somehow felt different to them. The way they were asked. The way they were being picked up. The way they wanted them to meet their friends.

Jean made sure the front door was locked and slipped her arm into Matt’s as Abby had done on the other side. He escorted them down the sidewalk to a wait black (what else) Chevy Tahoe where Caleb waited at the open side door. The middle seat was pulled forward and Abby assisted to the back seats where Terrell waited with an assisting hand stretched out to her. She stepped up and bent forward awkwardly to get in.

Jean commented at the view, “Nice ass.”

Abby sighed, “This dress is impossible.” She looked at Terrell, “I supposed I flashed something else, too.”

He gave her a welcoming kiss, “We all love your tits, Abby. You know that.”

“Your ass, too,” Matt added, “just like we do Jean’s.” He was now watching Jean duck to enter the middle seat.

“Ugh … I hope you guys appreciate how we embarrass ourselves for you,” Jean responded.

From the driver’s seat, Jacob responded, “Oh … we do, dear, we most definitely do. You both look like visions.” Caleb quickly added, “Like you always do.”

“Thank you, sirs.”

The chatter in the car was light, easy, and comfortable with a bit of teasing and laughing that only people very comfortable and safe with each other can manage. There were moments of quiet behind him as Jacob negotiated traffic and would check the rear view mirror to find Terrell and/or Matt kissing the woman next to them, then there would be another burst of comments. He smiled. He glanced at Caleb who was preoccupied with his smartphone. He was busy texting. He felt his father’s gaze on him.

“Setting it up with the club,” he quietly explained. “Want to make sure we have a booth and nobody will challenge Abby. I want her to have the same experience as the rest of us.” He smiled at a response he got back. “No problem. There will always be a non-alcoholic drink in front of her, too.” Caleb settled back with the satisfied smile still on his face. Jacob had to smile at that. The women behind them were certainly being kissed and lightly touched amid the talking but there was no competition among the four of them. It was an interesting feeling. Hell, it was an interesting relationship none of them could begin to explain or understand.

The restaurant was one of the finest in the city. Though it was primarily known for its steaks, it also had a good seafood selection the women were interested in. Jacob was greeted by name and the table he requested was set for them, a round table similar to that in the office where they would all be able to converse easily each other. It was set off to the side so it was quieter and out of the flow of guest traffic. Since she was not 21 years old, yet, and the restaurant’s policy was to check, Abby simply stayed with water. When Terrell did the same thing even though he was old enough, it brought an appreciative smile from her.

Conversation was light and easy intermixed with lots of laughter and, though, it might contain some teasing of someone, that someone was equally spread around the group. Then, the curiosity the women had about the club spilled out. Abby asked what they meant by a ‘black club’. Caleb and Terrell were the two who were investors. About 20 young professional black men came together to help create an upscale night club that would put its focus on black music and culture. They emphasized that the club didn’t discriminate but did put its focus on providing a fun, vibrant place where young blacks felt like they belonged. They admitted it was a bit of a gamble if enough young blacks would support a higher priced experience.

Jacob inserted, “But … they were right and I was wrong. I’m proud of them for taking the chance, having done some homework, and supporting something that worked out well. You’ll see tonight … even an old guy can have fun there.”

Abby called out from across the table, “Jacob, believe me when I say, you are NOT an old guy.” The table laughed. Everyone of them understanding her reference.

Terrell continued, “The entire staff from guys parking cars to management are people of color. We didn’t only want to create a place for young blacks to have fun but where they could get a start. Black Knights was challenged on that policy but we weren’t discriminating against a minority class.”

As the waitress took any dessert orders, she stopped next to Abby and leaned over next to her and whispered, “I love your dress. I wish I had the nerve to wear something like that.” Abby blushed. She immediately wondered what the waitress might presume from her dress and her company at the table. Four black men with two white women dressed provocatively. Abby had to smile, though, if the woman presumed the worst … she’d be right.

The club turned out to be a surprise to Jean and Abby even after the descriptions given to them. As they pulled up to the main entrance, they found people lined up on the sidewalk anxious to maybe get inside. The crowd was both black and white but it very definitely leaned to more people of color. When the car stopped at the main door, they were met by staff who helped the ladies out and greeted each of the Collins men by name even though only two of them were investors. Caleb and Terrell held onto Jean and Abby and presented them to the head of security.

“Good evening, sirs.”

“Tommy … these two ladies are Jean and Abby Evans. If they ever show up without one of us, I would like you treat them as my guests.”

“Absolutely, sir.” He pulled out his smartphone and took their pictures which surprised them both. “I’ll get them into the system right away.”

They were allowed directly into the club. Abby bumped against Terrell, “Hey big shot … that was impressive.”

He chuckled, “How impressive?”

She grabbed him around the waist and squeezed as they passed inside, “Maybe I’ll show you how impressed later.” He looked down at her and immediately began feeling a stirring in his crotch.

The club was everything and more than what the women could have expected by the descriptions provided. The music was crazy wild, heavy beats mixed with electronica. The dancing was equally crazy and both women found themselves constantly on the floor with one of the men. When the four men didn’t have them on the floor, they introduced them to friends, all black, all big like them, all investors in the club. The women lost track of how many of the friends they met, danced with, and seemed consume in their arms.

Abby looked at her mom who was dancing like she never knew she could and was surprised. She was surprised enough to look down at her own body. The dancing, high stepping, strutting, and wild arm movements all contributed to their dress hems rising up onto their asses. But, if her mom was flashing her ass, she wasn’t going to be out done. Abby was indeed provided with drinks here and the occasions where she made it back to the booth, she gulped a fresh drink down before being pulled back to the dance floor by one of her men or some other one. She was laughing, giggling, and swooning with all the attention of the men. She could see her mom was equally involved with the stimulation of the night.

As Abby watched, she saw Jean lifted effortlessly by a big black man and held in the air as another man came up behind her, grabbed her exposed thong and pulled it down her legs and off. She saw more than heard her mom screech but she could also see the delight of the action. Even more, Jean didn’t bother pulling her dress down off her hips with the thong tossed into the air. Before Abby could wonder about such a sight more, though, the man she was dancing with dropped to a knee and pulled her own thong down. He stood up wondering what the reaction would be as he handed the thong back to her. She looked at it as she stood on the floor surrounded by others, many who were now watching her reaction, and she burst out laughing and flung the tiny garment into the air. Guys leapt into the air for it like it was the garter at a wedding.

Unbeknownst to the women, a couple of the fellow investors were talking to the Collins men at the booth.

“Where did you find them?”

Caleb chuckled, “Hell, Jean and Abby work for us in the office. They are fun.”

“How much fun? You know, our idea of ‘Dark Knight Bang’ parties has never really gone where we had hoped. Which reminds me, you two have missed the last several, are they the reason for that?” Caleb and Terrell didn’t respond, just smiled.

Moments later, though, Jacob spoke to his sons. “Be careful, guys. Remember, no pressure. They give us so much and I am a bit nervous if they have limits where we are concerned. We promised to take care of them. If they understand and agree, fine. No pressure.” All three sons nodded. They understood. It might not have needed to be said but Jacob looked out to the dance floor at them now with ass and cunts exposed and Jean’s tit flashing from underneath the cowl top and knew it probably needed to be said.

When the women were finally returned to the booth, Abby had pulled her dress back in place. Jacob looked at Jean and asked, “Are you okay, Jean?”

Jean giggled and responded, “Yes, sir. I haven’t been dancing in so long! I’m great. Why?” He pointed to her legs and she looked down, turned bright red and quickly pulled her dress down, swinging a playful slap at Abby, “Why didn’t you say something?” But she broke into laughing with the rest of them.

They weren’t five blocks from the club when Jacob pulled the SUV to the curb. The suddenness of the changed caused everyone to look everywhere expecting an emergency of some kind. “What’s wrong?” Was the general reaction.

Jacob turned in his seat, “I don’t want the night to end. Jean … Abby … are you up to spending the night with us?”

From the far back seat came Abby’s giggling response, “I know Terrell is.”

“Is what?”

“Up, silly … hell, yes, we want to spend the night. We have some serious thanking for a wonderful evening.”

Jean leaned forward and stroked his upper arm while her other hand stroked Matt’s upper thigh. “What she said, sir. I seem to have lost my thong, but if I had it on it would be soaked.”

He shook his head with a chuckle as he turned the car back into the lane. “Slut.”

“Yes, sir.” He chuckled, again.

As he drove, both women disappeared from view in the rear view mirror. His two sons with them, however, had very pleased looks on their faces. After pulling into the garage, the women came out of the car naked, even without their heels, looking very pleased with themselves.

It started with Abby but Jean was energized and aroused enough by the evening of flirting, dancing, and brazen attention by all the men, that she followed her daughter after glancing over her shoulder from the middle seat. Abby had settled into the rear seat with Terrell, her dress again bunched at her hips from entering the car and sliding across the seat for Terrell. It wasn’t long, though, before she reached up to kiss him, her hand on the inside of his thigh and sliding it back and forth just shy of his crotch, an aggressive move a man might put on a woman. As she turned to him in his arm, his hand moved to the back of her exposed hip. They sighed into each other’s mouths and the kiss turned into more passion. Her hand moved brazenly to his crotch where she let it stay, feeling his manhood begin to respond. With her lips lightly touching his, she whispered to him.

“I said before I was impressed but after experiencing the club … Terrell, wow … I’m more than impressed, I’m … I don’t know … aroused, excited, but I’m not really surprised, ya know? I mean …” she squeezed his cock inside his slacks, “… I mean … you’ve always impressed me.”

He moved his other hand to her front and slipped it under the loose fitting cowl of her dress to cup a tit. She sighed and smiled. Her inner thighs were slick with juice flowing from her cunt and her heart beat was racing. “I said I’d show you …” She pulled the cowl loop over her head and released the small zipper at her waist, then pushed the dress off her hips to the floor of the car. She then opened his slacks and dug into his underwear for his wonderful cock. He assisted by raising his hips from the seat and pushing the slacks down his thighs. Abby shifted so her head was on his abdomen as he slouched in the seat. A purring-like sound rose up from her throat as her hand grasped the base of the slowly firming piece of dark meat that even soft felt massive in her small hand. She raised the head and licked the hole at the top in hopes of finding some pre-cum escaping but not being able to see in the dark of the car. She licked around the head feeling it enlarge as she took just it between her lips. She licked down the front of it, kissed the base and his shaved balls, then licked up the backside feeling it grow steadily until her lips again took the head in to gently suck at the hole, again.

She smiled around the cock head just inside her mouth at the sound of Terrell’s moan. God, she loved these cocks. She loved the feeling of being possessed by them they were so big and filling. His hands roamed her naked body and he leaned to reach between her thighs. She awkwardly spread her legs, groaned, and thrust her mouth down over the cock, filling her mouth instantly with so much more still outside even as she took the head to her throat. Holding her head still to just use her tongue, she felt it grow, expand, length into her throat. She pulled back, breathed, relaxed and pressed back down taking more into her throat. She and her mom had practiced this with real sized dildos at home with all the intentional effort of anyone desiring to improve skills. The office sex had moved far beyond the occasional sexual contact all of them had anticipated. They quickly felt like office sluts and that feeling was an actualization of themselves. Then, somehow, without being submissive in any real way, they began identifying themselves as sluts of all the Collins men. Now they were sexual with others for the advantage of the agency. She didn’t know where it might end and she didn’t care. She loved the feeling of these big cocks and she found herself increasingly attracted to black cock as a result.

His cock was rigid and pulsing. She looked up. She squirmed on the large finger embedded in her cunt. God, even their fingers … their fingers were like some of the penises she had experienced. She giggled internally. Penis … cock. Even in her mind she classified them. She asked softly, “Do you want to cum or wait?”

He slipped another finger into her and smiled at her gasp, “Wait. I want to fill your ass.”

“Oooooo … wherever you want …”

Both Jean and Matt had listened to the beginning of all that and it didn’t take long before Jean turned to him with her own efforts. She had been almost a decade older than most of the people in the club and the men she ended up dancing with but she never felt it from them. She had become aroused to the point of bold exhibitionism and not caring who saw. Like Abby, she was having her own thoughts about all this and all her thoughts were positive and exciting. And, like Abby, she put her deepthroat practice in action.

When Jacob saw the naked women step out of the SUV, he laughed, “I was wondering what was going on back there.” The women left their clothes and shoes in the car strutted into the house from the garage.

Nobody stopped once inside the house, though. Jacob took Jean’s hand and led her to the stairs and to his master bedroom with Matt following with his hand on her ass while Terrell led Abby with Caleb to another of the bedrooms. Inside the master bedroom, Jean turned and began opening Jacob’s slacks as he removed his shirt. She shifted to Matt after dropping Jacob’s slack and he pried his feet out of his shoes and stepped out of the slacks. She shifted back to Jacob and knelt before him as Matt finished stripping and took the hanging, thick cock to her lips. In an instant, there were two cocks in her face. She put to the two head together but failed miserably at getting them into her mouth, though the effort stimulated them to grow.

She allowed to spend much time sucking and licking hard big black cock, though. Jacob moved to the bed and threw the covers back, then crawled into the center of the bed. Jean stood and followed, ready for anything he indicated. She hadn’t paid particular attention to what Matt was doing, assuming he would find his involvement, likely returning to her mouth. Jean’s eyes were fixed on the hard cock standing up from Jacob’s body as he held it for her. She straddled his legs and crawled on her knees to position herself over it, raising herself high enough to be above it before reaching down to take hold of it herself and guiding it until she felt the bulbous head spread her lips and pierce her hole which drew an audible gasp and moan of gratification. Sounds continued to escape her as she raised and lowered on the pole taking more of the length inside with each cycle of motion. Despite the times of taking these cocks inside her holes nearly every day, she still had the feeling of fullness as her cunt clamped around it. Deepthroat practice wasn’t all she and Abby spent time doing at home. They also spent time with Ben Wa balls to tighten their used cunts at the end of the day. This response to the office surprised both of them, the desire to be more and more for the men. And, here she was, again. Riding a big cock.

She felt the bed move behind her but was expecting Matt to get involved. She felt a hand on her back, then a finger at her asshole and she groaned at the touch of cool, greasy gel being pressed against her tight hole as a finger penetrated. She stopped moving and gazed down with lust clouded eyes at Jacob who smiled up at her, his fingers taking both her erect nipples and pulling as a second finger joined the first and pushing more gel into her ass. She leaned forward in anticipation and kissed Jacob and with her lips brushing against his, “God, I am so horny … I still … can’t believe … I can take … both of you.”

He didn’t respond, neither did Matt, he simply aligned his hard cock to her asshole and pressed. This not the first time she was DP’d, not even close, but she doubted take two such cocks in her two holes would be easy. She loved the tightness, the consuming command of them. One such cock anywhere in her was exciting, two were … heaven.

Despite her desire, passion, arousal, she cried out as the head pushed through her sphincter feeling more brutal than real by the fullness of her cunt. They both understood her reaction, though, and Matt plunged forward as Jacob held her hips steady for him to press into. She groaned, grunted, and cried out as Matt used short strokes to pull and push his way into her tight hole made even tighter. When he was fully in her, it felt like the head might be in her bowels and she collapsed onto Jacob’s wide chest. Both men paused as her body adjusted to the dual invasion of her body and she mumbled words and sounds that meant little beyond the expression of her need and arousal.

She pushed up, supported by her arms, and moaned out, “Fuck me … OH GOD … I want to feel … feel … feel owned … by your cocks …”

They did. They fucked her senseless. She came the first time quickly. Her earlier arousal, the feeling of double penetration, the combined stimulation of nerve ending being stimulated from both anal and cunt walls. She shook and gasped and cried out. They continued to fuck her. Jacob on the bottom more awkwardly but he tried. Then, they did something she never expected. The men clutched her tightly and they rolled. It wasn’t easy or particularly smooth but they muscled themselves over so Jean was lying on her back on Matt and Jacob was hovering over her between their legs. Matt was buried deep in her ass as Jacob began pounding into her cunt. The shift in stimulation now concentrated in her tight cunt and pressure on her clit sent her over the edge, again. When Jacob began feeling over stimulated, he signaled to Matt and they rolled, again. They did this several times, each time allowing the one on the bottom to settle somewhat and prolong their assault on Jean.

Jean lost track of how many orgasms she experienced before the men emptied into her holes. She would also have been shocked to know how long they had fucked her if any of them had noticed when it all began. By the time they finally climaxed, the stimulation and prolonged effort and delay amounted to a surprising amount of semen sprayed into her holes. She found herself sandwiched between the two men on their sides. Matt was against her back and Jacob was in front of her. They were still inside her and she wondered how long she had been out of it. She squeezed her holes using Kegal and anal efforts. They felt softer but deliciously their length allowed them to still remain inside her.

Matt’s fingers were playing over her nipple as she looked at Jacob, “What happened?” she asked.

He kissed her and Matt kissed her shoulder. “You were out for just a couple minutes.” He smiled. “You said you wanted to be fucked … did we do okay?”

Sandwiched between these two black men, their cocks inside her holes, she paused. The pause wasn’t a reflection on what she had just experienced and they seemed to understand that. The pause was entirely a matter of reflection on where she was, what she was doing, and what that might mean about her. She didn’t directly respond to his question, but she responded as she again clenched her holes around the cocks inside.

“You’ve turned me into a cock-hungry slut. You’ve turned me into a big-cock slut.” She squeezed around them even harder. “Hell … you’ve turned me into a big black cock slut.” The men waited, not daring a comment or reaction. She put a hand behind her onto Matt’s ass and pulled him against her as she leaned closer into Jacob. “Thank you.”

Both men exhaled. She could feel it as well as hear the relief of breath having been held. She laughed, “You were nervous? You keep pushing us to a new edge and we keep responding.”

“What about Abby? Does she feel the same way?”

Jean smiled and yelled through the open door, “Abby!” “What?” “If you’re not … occupied, come here.”

A moment later the naked trim woman came bounding into the master bedroom followed casually by the equally naked Caleb and Terrell. Abby wore the flushed look of a well fucked woman and the sheen on her inner thighs was further proof.

“Tell them what we do at night.” “Mom?” “Tell them what exercises we do for them.”

“Oh … yeah … well … uhmmm …”

Jean rolled her eyes, “For heaven’s sake, girl. We’ve both just been fucked. We were exposed to a club full of people tonight.”

Shyly, she said, “Almost every night we insert the butt-plugs, use heavy Ben Wa balls to stay tight and … and suck dildos to improve deepthroating.” She blushed, though it was harder to see given her already flushed condition.

Jean raised her leg so the others could clearly see she was still filled with cock but mostly for her daughter. To the men, she said, “You want to know if Abby feels the same way?” She turned to her, “Will you clean up some of this mess?”

With that Matt and Jacob shifted and their cocks pulled out of her holes. With them came drops of cum. Abby scanned the four men,, not sure what the reference was about but moved to the bed where her mom was rolling to her back. “Hell, yeah.” She didn’t just move to her mom’s cunt, though. She moved to her mom’s head and straddled her before leaning forward to plant her lips over her cunt while her own cunt was lowered to her mom’s mouth.

Someone said, “Looks like they’ve done that before.”

They were gathered downstairs in the kitchen. They could have checked clocks to see how late it was but nobody cared. They were gathered around the island with snacks and beer. All were naked and none had cleaned up except by tongue. The scent of sex hung heavy over them. They all leaned on the island, Jean on one side and Abby on the other with men on either side of them, shoulders and hips pressed together, hands more than occasionally touching and caressing.

“Somebody’s ready.” It was Abby’s voice. Her hand was below the top of the island surface.

Matt confessed, “Sorry … you two have that affect on me. God, you’re hot and sexy. My mind keeps playing the vision of you two eating each other out.”

Jean stood and looked to either side. “You’re not alone apparently, Matt.”

Jacob, being the father and boss, said, “Let’s do something about it, then. An anal bang?” His sons quickly agreed and Terrell jogged upstairs for the lubricant.

Jean playfully said, “Don’t we get a say in this?”

Jacob responded matter-of-factly, “No … you’re the sluts. You said so yourself.”

Abby looked across the surface at her mom with a wry smile and thought, ‘That’s what the conversation was about before.’ Jean looked back and gave her wink.

What they came up with was different. Anal was no longer new for them by any means but this hadn’t ever happened and the term ‘anal bang’ became clearer. With Abby on one side and Jean on the other, both leaning over the surface of the island, their heads close to each other, their feet wide apart, their assholes were well lubricated. With two men on each side, one penetrated the woman and the other used hands and fingers to add stimulation to tits, nipples, clit, and cunt. After a few minutes, they rotated around the island. The one who had been stimulating now fucked them. The one who had been fucking rotated to the other side to stimulate the other woman. It didn’t take long for Abby to climax and was shortly joined by her mom.

As Abby began recovering, but the fucking continuing, she looked across at her mom, “God, you’re beautiful when you cum.” At the moment, Jean could only offer a weak smile in response.

Big black cock after big black cock they were fucked. The men shifted soon enough to control their own climax but kept up a steady enough fucking of the women for them to rise to a consistent level of stimulation to be in orgasm or on the edge almost constantly.

Abby announced, “Wait … wait … I … I want … to see.” Jacob pulled his cock out of her ass and Abby stumbled around the island to stand behind her mom. Terrell pulled out of her and Abby gasped, “OH MY … GOD. Your ass … it’s … wide open, mom.”

Jean stood and pulled her daughter to the island and pushed her bent over the surface. “OH … FUCK … you guys are … destroying us.”

Abby stood and hugged her mom, then kissed her hard. They bent over next to each other and in unison demanded, “FUCK US. Cum in our gaping holes! Use us like your sluts.”

Jean and Abby paid fleeting attention to the lines they crossed along the way to that moment. They clasped hands as the fucking of their assholes continued. Four big black cocks were destroying their assholes, at least temporarily. They had crossed each line willingly and eagerly to please. They knew somehow inside themselves that this one was a big one. What would follow?

* * * CHAPTER 9: DARK KNIGHTS BANGwill follow * * * Thanks for reading.