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Mark continued the fucking, both their weights supported by his muscular legs. Her body was supported only by hands grasping her firm ass, lifting it up and down easily over his glistening cock. She clearly liked his strength, his control of the action, and the intense pleasure he gave her. He was a more considerate lover; I could see that. He had let my wife finish off her orgasm before letting himself go. It wasn’t much maybe, I’ll admit. It was just more than I ever did.
“I…want…you…to…cum,” she said to him, each word uttered between breaths.
“Where?” he asked.
“On…the…floor?” She pulled her face from his shoulder so she could look him in the eyes. She smiled and said, “Anywhere you want, Baby.”
“No,” said Mark. “Like in your mouth, on your tits, in your hair.”
“Oh, silly,” she said and kissed him. “You can cum in my mouth if you want.”
“What do you want?” Mark asked.
Julie gave it no thought at all. “I want you to cum in my mouth.”
Mark lifted her ass a few more inches. There was an audible pop sound as his huge cock extricated itself from Julie’s hungry exhausted pussy. Like she was a delicate porcelain vase that was precious but weighed almost nothing, he placed her down onto the carpet. Julie went to her knees, grasped his giant log of cock, and pushed the head into her mouth. Although it wouldn’t fit, she had made a seal on it with her lips. Her hands took either side of his massive organ and started stroking him to orgasm.
Mark only combed her hair with his fingers, looking down at the woman who was servicing him, his lover who was old enough to be his mother. I don’t know what he was thinking. As for me, I was watching my wife’s breathing, her huge breasts swaying with the pumping action on his horse cock.
“I’m gonna blow, Baby,” he told her. “Seven … six… five…” I couldn’t believe it. The son of a bitch was doing a countdown. “Here goes. Three … two … one … ah …a hhhh … ooo yeah.”
Julie began frantically swallowing, her throat working overtime. Then, as her swallowing fell behind, her cheeks puffed out. Finally, the seal of her lips against the purple head of his swollen cock broke and white jism squirted from the spaces. Julie finally flew back and Mark’s cock began shooting sperm over Julie’s head. For the first time, Mark seemed to tire, the muscles in his leg finally seemed to weaken ask his cock still flung gobs of sperm like cannon grapeshot.
“Oh Baby,” said Mark to my wife. She was lying on the floor, his sperm covering her face and dripping down her cheeks. She was still swallowing his juices in her mouth, still trying to catch her breath. “You were great.”
Julie smiled a big broad smile. She looked at me, then back at her lover. “You are a special guy,” she said to him.
“Was she good?” asked Charlotte of Mark, barely containing her anger. “Are you done now?”
“I don’t know,”Mark said. He looked at Julie who still smiled brightly, even as she leaned over on her knees and tipped over. Her cum-covered face went to the carpet and she just stayed there, happy, in some kind of pleasant delerium. “I guess so,” he said. “Give me a minute and I’ll have a go with you again.”
“I’m going to bed”, said Charlotte, taking steps toward Mark.
“OK, I’ll…” Mark was startled as Charlotte grasped Mark and hoisted him up on her shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She was a woman in good shape and lifting the naked sixteen-year-old boy wasn’t much of a problem for her. She walked around me with her burden. “I guess I’m going to bed too,” said Mark.
I looked at Julie thinking I should do something. “You want to go to bed?” I asked her.
“Not right now,” she said. “Mark’s busy with Charlotte. I’ll wait until he’s done.”
I took the hint and went to bed. A few minutes later, I heard Charlotte going to orgasm again and later that night, I heard Julie and Mark back on the couch. My bedroom door was open and by laying at the foot of the bed with the light out, I could seem them perfectly.
“You OK, Baby,” asked Mark.
“I’m fine,” Julie said. “Now, I am, anyway.”
“Everything’s going to be better now,” he told her, and kissed her.
“Really?” she said.
“Yeah.”
“Your dick ever get tired?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “It gets sore sometimes, especially if I do it with the same woman all day.”
“All day.”
Mark nodded, shyly. “Yeah. It’s why I like to do different girls. That way no one gets tired. And I never liked girls my age. They get tired fast and usually can’t handle my size anyway.”
“You poor boy. You must have had a lot of trouble early on.”
When you’re a little kid with a big hard dick and no place to put it, it’s not much fun. I had great babysitters though.”
“Your dick…” said Julie has she started to massage it. “Is it sore now?”
“A little. But I think you’ll be wet enough that it won’t be a problem.”
Julie giggled. “I’ll try,” she said. “I’ll get it nice and wet first.” She leaned her head over and starting to lick Mark’s flaccid length. ‘Hmmmm,” she said as her tongue flicked over his cock’s head. “I taste some of Charlotte too.”
“Sorry about that.”
“It’s OK,” said Julie. “We’re best friends anyway.”
In a few minutes, Mark changed Julie’s position. He hoisted her ankles up onto his shoulders and maneuvered his cock into position. “Don’t hurt me,” she said.
Mark shoved forward slightly and Julie’s head fell back. “You stretch out all the girls,” she said.
“I’m told. I was always big so I learned early to be careful. Mrs. Hunter, my English teacher, used to tell me to use long slow strokes at first. She said her husband liked to fuck her fast and it wasn’t how she liked it. She said if her husband had a cock like mine, he still wouldn’t know how to fuck as good as me. I don’t know about that but I do try to learn with every girl.”
“You’re a master now,” she said. Both of her hands were between her legs, stroking the exposed part of Mark’s cock, the part that might never fit inside a woman. She kissed him and then put a hand on his ass to encourage him to use faster strokes. Mark leaned forward for more leverage and began putting it to Julie much faster.
“That feels so good,” she said. “Your cock is amazing.”
Mark began to suck on Julie’s tits, alternating between the two engorged nipples. As he did so, she kissed his hair. Her legs wrapped tight around his muscular shoulders. “I love you,” she said.
“I know,” he said.
“I want you to fuck me from behind, like a dog, Baby.”
“Whatever,” said Mark. I think it surprised Julie when Mark gently put her on the floor and then flipped her over. Mark put his cock in her right away.
“Oooo, Baby. I swear you’re cock is all the way up into my guts.”
“I’ll back off,” he told her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Mark was fucking her hard. Instinctively, he grabbed her hair the way he would hold a horse’s reigns. She seemed to like it, groaning in pleasure. He pushed his cock into her as Julie’s face dug into front of the couch, her fingernails pulling up carpet. Her orgasm came fast and sudden but lasted through tens of strokes of Mark’s prodigious cock.
When she was done, her body fell limp though Mark continued his fucking her. One hand was still holding her hair as his hands guided her ass. “I want you to cum, Baby.”
“I don’t think anyone can do anything about that,” Mark said. “I’m going to cum.”
“No, I mean I want you to cum in me. Really cum in me deep.” Her words cut me deep. She was very careful about having more children with me. Now she was begging this teen age boy to give her a child.
“I don’t know,” Mark said.
“You’re giving Charlotte a baby,” she said. “Give me one too.”
“I have a lot of kids already” he said. Clearly, he wasn’t sure how many.
“What’s one more then?” she asked.
“OK,” Mark said. “Here you go.” His pace quickened, pumping his cock into her, preparing her birth canal for the baby that would be coming out in a few months. He stopped suddenly, pushing his cock deep into my wife. He gave a groan as massive amounts of jism poured down Julie’s inner thighs. He collapsed onto her and for a few minutes, he just laid there on top of her back. In a few minutes, I saw his hips lift and fall again over Julie’s ass. His cock had not left her. He was giving her another dose of his baby making juice.
Sooner or later, someone was going to have to sleep in this cabin. In the end, I guess that was me.
I awoke in the morning. I heard the sound of sizzling bacon and made my way to the kitchen. Charlotte was sitting at the table, eating one of Julie’s excellent omelets. Julie was at the counter next to the stove, minding the bacon and eggs frying. Mark was behind her, thrusting his cock between her legs, his ass cheeks pounding, a wet slushy sound from Julie’s stuffed vagina.
Charlotte saw me first. “Hey asshole,” she said.
“Hey Doug,” said Julie. My presence didn’t interrupt the fucking one bit. Apparently, Julie had learned to take Mark more easily and wouldn’t deny him sexual satisfaction even as she made his breakfast. “You want some eggs?” she asked me. I could see some of Mark’s cum still crusted in her hair.
“No thanks,” I said.
“The road are clear,” she said. Her mouth formed an “O” as Mark’s thrust must have hit a particularly nice spot. “They said on the radio you can leave by this afternoon. Mark, Charlotte, and I are staying.”
“Of course,” I said. |
