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“This Spotted Dick is absolutely delicious, Mum,” Jeff Baker told Carolyn Lewis, mother of his best friend, Sam, as they dug in and polished off their wonderful meal with a traditional British dessert.
“Yes, it’s terrific! Very yummy, Mum,” Sam agreed, caressing his mother’s butt as she sat on his lap, “just like you.”
“Oh, well, that’s twice the flattery, love, and yes, it will get you everywhere!” Carolyn told her son, even as Aimee rubbed her breasts against her own while sitting on her brother’s lap.
“Well-deserved praise, Mum. Trust me. From one domestic type to another, I’m very impressed! I’m pretty decent as a homemaker, but you’ve got me beat by a country mile!” Lisa Baker assured Mrs. Lewis, the future Mrs. Willie Sloane.
“And coming from Lisa, that’s very high praise indeed, trust me!” Jeff simultaneously managed to compliment both his hostess and his wife.
“Well, darling, I shall take that very much to heart, thank you! I was brought up a certain way, but very conservative Rhodesians of a strongly Anglophile sort. Now it’s not even called Rhodesia, Zimbabwe, I believe, and I certainly don’t share their religious piety these days, but my tastes in cuisine haven’t cast my culinary training aside. All it’s done is expand my menu, if you will. Same with ... other appetites and tastes, if you know what I mean,” Carolyn teased as she rubbed her bare bottom against her son’s thick, growing cock.
“Ain’t that the truth, Mum?” Sam told his mother as she began moving her ass just enough to plant her pussy on his dick and mount him.
“Oh, Mum, that’s just perfect! Want to play musical laps?” Sam encouraged his mother’s growing lust.
“Yes, please, love! I spend a few strokes riding you, then some with my future hubby, Willie, inside me, and then Jeff, of course. You’re all such darlings, dear, and such fine woodsmen indeed, with those fine prongs of yours!” Carolyn expressed her earnest desire to be probed from beneath by those three beloved men in her life.
“Exactly, Mum!” Sam agreed, as he plundered his mother’s twat from below.
“Damn it, Mum, that’s fucking sexy, but so is this!” Aimee Sloane exclaimed as she began bouncing up and down on Willie’s dick, much to their shared gratification.
“You’re damn right, that’s hot, but this is, too!” Lisa declared as she rode her hubby in the reverse cowgirl position, just like her girlfriends, welcoming more of Jeff inside her twat than ever.
“Oh, shit, baby, this is you at your best for sure!” Jeff assured Lisa, quite pleased to have her wondrous snatch capture his cock for now and keep it in thrall to her juicy wetness.
If there was any doubt as to just how fluid-bonded the six of the adults now in Mrs. Lewis’s dining room really were, this session of dessert really was a demonstration of it. The three pairings were truly delicious, all the way through the several thrusts and strokes as the men impaled the ladies and gave them the full benefit of their pricks. Lisa, Carolyn, and Aimee all just ached for more cock inside them, hard and pulsing, taking them good and rough from underneath them as they sat on the men’s laps. They really just wanted to be taken.
What followed wasn’t really the original plan, but it was still pretty damn awesome, as each man rose and started humping the lady on his lap from behind. The three ladies were soon bent over the dining room table for a good quarter hour at least, though it seemed much longer than that, as the menfolk gave them some rough poundings more than worthy of them. The men certainly did their best not to cum too soon, and it wasn’t long before Sam led the way in eating pussy and ass now and then before switching back to the use of his dick. It was meant to alternate between his tongue and his prick, which certainly inspired the other men with the same idea.
“Oh, damn, that’s great, love!” Carolyn told Willie while his mouth explored her bottom and her twat as she bent over.
“You got that right!” Aimee moaned while Jeff tongued her pussy and ass.
“Your fiance knows what to do with his tongue for sure,” Lisa announced as Sam ate her with a hunger that she scarcely imagine.
“That he does, but how about let’s go back to the musical laps, shall we?” Aimee proposed, bringing a smile to everyone’s faces as they went along with her plan.
Before too long, Sam was inside Lisa’s cunt and his pulsing, throbbing cock did a number on her from below. She soon found herself out of control with her delight as Sam took her good and hard. When they switched again, she felt the same kind of feelings from Willie, as he plundered her equally as hard and powerfully while she sat on his lap. Nor was it any less so when Jeff took his turn inside his wife’s wonderful pussy, straight from Aimee’s and Carolyn’s cunts. For that matter, Carolyn and Aimee had the same sensations from being taken by Jeff, Willie, and Sam in turn. They adored the men for this, for sticking it to them good and hard, making them moan with their satisfaction.
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