Le Jacquelope
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You've been IM'ing her, writing stories for her, talking and making love with her over the phone for months. She tells you she's too busy in school to have a relationship, and that the online friends with benefits arrangement is just fine with her. Now, though, out of nowhere, she offers to meet you in person - to introduce you to her girlfriend, Sybil, who has apparently heard all about you.
Her name is Margaret and from her picture, you know she's medium height and chubby. She's wearing a denim miniskirt and white sandals. To make up for her lack of a webcam, she sent you a huge, 2400dpi jpeg picture; you can easily see the green bonsai trees on her crimson toe nails. Yum. She's a photography nut - something you two have in common - and she's gone to great lengths to rig up some three point lighting for herself using everything from lamps to umbrellas to make it look just right, but nothing lights up her utterly lickable dark chocolate body more than her wide smile and bright dimples.
Ok, so she's got a belly. A nice, caressable, lickable belly. She also has nice, thick legs and generous breasts that she so graciously bared for you to admire and wank off to whenever she tells you to cum for her.
It's 8:55 o'clock on Friday in Old Pasadena, and you've passed Moose McGillycuddy's as you close in on your final destination, dressed in your best business casual and black tie. Those black dress shoes are weird to walk in, and they sound funny clop clop clopping against the concrete like some alpha male corporate exec on his way to a board meeting, but she says she likes you wearing genuine shoe leather, so you're more than happy to satisfy her fantasy, even if she's just introducing you to a girlfriend. You spent 2 hours showering, moisturizing, filing nails, the whole ritual, and now, as you come up to Barnes and Noble, you're not so sure you're ready to meet your destiny.
You're not a macho man. You're certainly not a cross dresser or effeminate, but an hour in your presence has left not just a few people asking if you're gay - and what with being five feet four inches and all that, it's not safe to let such a question go unanswered with a firm and honest denial. You like taller women, and Margaret, at five foot six, definitely fits the bill. She's the first person you've ever said that to, and to your surprise, she told you she doesn't mind. If she weren't so deep in her studies, she'd have you serve her pussy with your tongue in her dorm room just as much as you did over the phone.
But the fear that all this might be too good to be true, is not the only reason you're worried. Margaret also said you would need to be comfortable with being in close proximity to her chauffers, 2 six foot tall bodyguards kind enough to check out her dates and keep her out of trouble.
Thoughts of the Terminator came to mind right away. Do these guys speak Austrian by any chance?
You stop at the glass door and, fearful of blocking others' way, you decide not to contemplate. You step in, and keep your eyes off of all the other sexy plain Janes walking around, their tight cleavage, shapely legs and manicured feet all exposed to your eyes. Ah, the benefits of the fall weather: still warm enough for women to still be wearing shorts, sandals and mini skirts, but cool enough at night to snuggle up, if you're one of the lucky men to have someone to curl up with.
It's now 9pm, and you are walking slowly by the music area, desperate to scour the store in search of her, but fearful that you'll look like a desperate buffoon if you do.
Standing at a music preview mini-kiosk is a tall, voluptuous woman whose body you can't help but gaze at momentarily, with skin like warm honey and curly chestnut hair reaching down to her shoulders. She's wearing just the kind of things you love; a paisley-print skirt, an open, short sleeve denim shirt, and as far as you can see, a u-neck beneath that, showing off her deep, bottomless cleavage. She's wearing flat, black sandals and while you only get a glimpse of her somewhat long and slender feet, it stays in your mind as you walk amidst the rows of CDs at a safe distance behind her to admire her round ass. That ass. Damn, that nice ass. As you divert your eyes to stare blankly at a CD whose name you wouldn't be able to remember to save your life, you muse to yourself about how you could easily appreciate squeezing that in your hands while feasting on her -
Just then, someone bumps you and says hi. Well, say isn't exactly the term to best describe her voice... it's more like singing.
Margaret sang a few times for you on the phone. She did a nearly perfect Patrice Rushen and Brenda Russell. Those were her favorite artists. Indeed, she was older than you, but judging by the fact that you also had Five Star in your mp3 collection, she didn't exactly believe you at first.
Surprised, you turn and look in the direction of the voice, to find yourself staring up at a woman who flashes a smile all too familiar.
It's Margaret, and as usual, her dimples are her own flood lighting. She's absolutely gorgeous in her cream colored lace-frilled v-neck tube top and matching cotton mini skirt. You smile, too, and introduce yourself. She strikes like lightning, her head bending down to plant her lips on yours. Your first kiss ever. Oh wait, it isn't manly to remember that; yet the memory is already burning itself into a permanent scene etched right on the side of your brain. But you already told her before that you're turning 21 and you've never done that before, so you should have known that if she was going to show up, she was going to be your first.
She cups your smooth cheeks and pushes her tongue into your mouth. She tastes like cinnamon. Your tongue fumbles in its duel with hers, until she pulls back and opens her arms, displaying herself to you. Oh Lord, she's wearing medium heel, thin white sandals. Looking this way and that to confirm that no one was looking, she then lifts her tube top briefly, letting you see her ample breasts and stiff nipples; then she brings her shirt down quickly and smiles wickedly at you.
Your hard-on swells.
Then, the lady by the mini kiosk abruptly turns and walks over, her long strides carrying her around one side of the CD racks to the other; in a flash, she's right there next to Margaret, admonishing her playfully about not introducing you to her chauffers.
Her chauffers?
Oh wait... that's easily six feet of mouth watering honey sweet womanhood standing there.
Just like you're not gay, not all chauffers have to be men. Whodathunkit. Lose the prejudices, man!
Then, your eyes witness the most incredible thing you've ever seen in real life. Margaret's chauffer brings her slender fingers up to her chin and lifts it, bending her head down. Soft, cherry red lips meets soft cherry red lips in a brief, yet firm kiss.
They're lesbians!
Is this a trap?
Margaret sighs happily, then introduces you to...
Sybil.
But wait, weren't there two?
Suddenly, the answer to that comes in the form of a pair of warm, ivory arms encircling you from behind. Glancing back, you see the hint of someone's curly, off-orange hair. The perfume is unmistakeably feminine, though, as are those soft, crimson-manicured hands now clasped around your waist.
A soft Irish accented voice identifies herself as Fiona Eileen, Margaret's other chauffer. You shudder as she pulls you back gently against herself, and Sybil steps forward. Your breath catches in your throat as she presses up against you, kissing your lips lightly, ever so briefly.
The heat from their bodies is noticeable in the air conditioned store, You mutter nervously that you kind of enjoyed being caught between them like this. Fiona says it's time to go and get that new India Arie CD, before security notices anything. Sybil and Margaret agree.
Before you can ask, Sybil says you're all going to her condo, and asks you if you have any plans until Monday. You say certainly not, and Margaret giggles, taking your hand as all of you walk to the checkout stand together. Other patrons are now starting to notice and stare as Fiona curls her arm in yours.
It is now that you get a chance to look at her cream colored, knee-length wrap dress. She's wearing a polyster-looking scarf that hugs her neck and cascades down her back like the wings of an angel. Though it hides most of her skin, it's clear she has a nice, shapely body; even her sexy little freckles make your heart skip. Fiona smiles and asks you if you like her dress, and you nod, your voice crackling as you try to say yes. Margaret glances back and says in a fairly audible voice not to worry about admiring Fiona; they're all going to share you tonight anyway, which is why they're getting that new CD - it's nice for setting the mood.
That sets off a few gasps from everyone within ear shot, including the clerk ringing up Sybil's CD. You yourself can hardly believe what you're hearing.
Sybil leads the way out, and the four of you rush down Colorado Boulevard to the parking garage. A fourth woman, joins the group with two big white shopping bags. Eloise Hong is a bit shorter than you, with a slender body and nice, perky breasts packed into her deeply cut tank top. She has nice hips and shapely legs, and the short jeans to do it all justice. She looks at you once and blurts out that she's going to enjoy riding your tongue. A passerby woman claps her boyfriend's ears as she gawks at all of you in horror. Amused and annoyed, Sybil turns and tells her, whose ears are not protected, that she ought to try making her man stick his tongue in her a few times to loosen her up. She turns back and ignores the expletives hurled back their way.
A short trip later, you climb into a silvery blue custom Toyota Sequoia, with Eloise sitting in front, Sybil driving, and Margaret and Fiona on either side of you. You feel kind of like a kid between these older adult women, but that's an easy feeling to shake off. You prefer to think of yourself as living out your fantasies and theirs.
Eloise turns and asks you if you mind being with all four of them over the weekend, and you look at her incredulously. Of course not! Then, you look quizzically at her and ask... will you get to lick their pussies?
Margaret, now leaning against you, is the first to say you have such a nice, sexy face, that they're all going to masturbate on your lips. Fiona jokes about sampling her Irish spring, grinning at you as she tugs playfully at her dress. Your mouth waters at the thought of tasting the nectar of an Irish lass; but then there's all that dark chocolate on the other side of you...
... and then there's Eloise... whose round ass seems to be begging for your cock to sheathe itself in her pussy from behind and release years of pent-up need in her.
Sybil pops in a Dave Matthews CD and starts to take over the conversation. It turns out that she's the mistress, the domme in the group. She nearly dated a guy who would have ruined her life in college; suffice to say, she points out, that another woman stole him from her and wound up taking the fall instead. Literally.
You just so happen to know the guy. You once lusted after the hot babe that dated that bad boy until he took them both out in a drunken driving trip up Mulholland Pass.
Sybil and her UCLA dorm-mate Fiona - who then turns your head and plants her cherry red lips upon yours with a bright smile - had a girl girl thing going on at the time, and Fiona offered to keep her happy until she could finish school and find Mister Right. A while later, they discovered cute little Eloise at a party. Eloise had a boyfriend who was a pitcher who just joined the Bruins with an above average knack for inside the park home runs. He also tended to score home runs with lots of other women. Eloise is extremely cute, as Fiona reminds you, and Sybil lost control one moment and picked her up, carried her out of the party, out to the pool area, where she laid her on a table and started kissing her lips. The way Eloise wrapped her legs around Sybil even turned Fiona on. While everyone else was dancing and singing and gossipping, Fiona and Sybil took turns kissing Eloise and ducking under her skirt to lick her thighs and tease her pussy through her panties. After a while of fondling, kissing and stroking her body, Sybil finally buried her face in Eloise's pussy and finished her off. Fiona giggles about how Eloise screamed into her mouth during their long, deep kiss. Eloise brags that she was glad she was sober that night. She came so hard she squirted in Sybil's mouth. Sybil smacks her lips loudly, appreciatively.
Then there was Margaret. Margaret waves at you. Remember her? She now kisses you, too. She was working on dating a rich guy; Sybil points out that, arguably, that could have been the scariest one of all. Sybil had turned down his advances a few times at Starbuck's when he would come there with his hard core body building buddies. One day, he brought in Margaret. Margaret was a cutie who made Sybil's pussy wet on sight. She wanted to get between the dark, dark chocolate thighs of that sexy girl and make her scream Sybil's name a few times. Margaret purrs her name instead, rubbing her feet together. Sybil giggles and says she lost control of herself. She caught Margaret in the bathroom and fondled her, then walked out. Margaret laughs out loud, she's not kidding. She climaxed when Sybil pushed her against the wall and mauled her breasts. Sated, she decided not to fuck her date and went home in her own car that night. Later on, she caught Margaret in Starbuck's again, but it was more crowded that time; they went to her car and the first thing she did was discuss her boyfriend. Sadly, she says, her man shot himself: he fucked around with another girl who had HIV - oh and the ladies, as Fiona points out, definitely checked you out already - and now he was symptomatic. AIDS. The whole cabin falls silent for a moment as everyone contemplates how easily that could have been them. As it stands, Margaret's one chance to be a part of that awful body count, was ruined by Sybil's lesbian "sexual assault" in the bathroom. Aside from owing Sybil her life, she had a thing for her voluptuous body anyway.
Ok, so how did they "check you out"? Is Sybil a hacker, or just well connected? The only way she could check you out is ... wait.. you're a blood donor. She's connected. Definitely well connected. You make a note to re-visit that later.
It turns out that the four of them have made a pact. Until they find mister right, they're going to be happy with one another. It's been just fine as long as the male alternatives have been the same old boring alpha males and their wanna-be beta haters and tagalongs. They had each other, and there was no need to deal with all the drama and cavemanish behavior of men like that. Sybil and Fiona were the eldest at 27, Margaret was the youngest at 23 (which put you even younger than any of them, at 21), and they had plenty of time.
Three pairs of eyes fall on you as Fiona points out that this is where you come in. She says you're a darling to all of them.
Sybil cuts in. You've told Margaret about how much trouble you've had to dodge because of your lifestyle. She points out that as a Domme, she understands you quite well. You're a submissive, and that's why they decided to bring you into the group. You've expressed a burning desire to spend all night licking Margaret's pussy, and while she loves talking about it, nobody can take that much pleasure for that long. Fiona adds, you don't mind being passed around between them at their whim, do you? You of course say no way.
Margaret points out that she gets you first. Sybil glances back and says yes, she concedes, Maggy - her nickname - found you first - but then Sybil is the Domme. Your first experiences with a woman's pussy should be with the alpha female.
Margaret sighs and nods. The car stops in a garage, and you all pile out.
Looking back, you can see the garage door descending. That's it. You're theirs. The darkness closes with finality on the world of you, the unfulfilled, lonely guy with nothing more than a job to go to and soup for one to come home to. Warm, slender hands grip your shoulders and a pair of soft lips caress your neck from behind. Now, as someone hits the lights, and you see those honey sweet hands on your shoulders, you know you've begun a new life, as a servant for these four women.
You turn and kiss Sybil on her lips and she smiles, taking your hand and leading you into the hall to the kitchen.
Her place is fabulous. The kitchen is big enough for all four of you to come in and stand around while Eloise gets out some broccoli and dip for all of you to snack on. Meanwhile, Sybil stands before you and tells you to undress. You nod and suck in your breath, pulling off your shirt while she undoes your pants. An audible gasp is heard as Fiona takes your shirt. Margaret is the first to comment on the bulge in your boxers. You look down in time to see both of them pulling down your shorts to reveal your fiercely erect cock.
Eloise rushes over and puts her hand to her mouth.
Sybil takes a deep breath and nods. She's going to have to be the one to take your virginity. Eloise chews her lip and contemplates contesting that. Margaret supposes that maybe her pussy can take you. Eloise is the only one standing there quiet, her hand still covering her mouth as she continues to gaze at your manhood intensely.
Of course, Sybil turns to her and tugs her forward, asking her if she'd like to have you. Eloise fidgets, looking at them nervously; she's too tight for you, and besides, who brought the condoms?
Er, you did.
Fiona lifts up your pants and checks the pockets, finding a pair of regular sized Trojans. Horrifyingly enough, she bursts out laughing.
All eyes turn toward her, with brows furrowed menacingly. Fiona lifts the condom package up and says it's a regular size. That, she laughs, wouldn't even cover your balls. She points back at the cabinet under the sink. You might as well try those big hefty bags instead. You take a moment to get it, but the ladies suddenly burst out into a giggle fit.
Sybil finally shakes her head and says no trash bag is going to collect your seed. They willingly brought a male virgin into their group, so someone should be willing to accept your seed in their bodies. Eloise backs off, but Fiona and Margaret are all too quick to volunteer. Fiona shifts her weight on one hip and says her cousin married a Jamaican guy, their kids are so cute, but then Sybil steps forward, taking your hand. She takes you into the living room, and then half a flight up the stairs to the bedrooms. Inevitably you'll move in with them and share Sybil's master bedroom. Looking over her shoulder, she admonishes the ladies; as the Domme, it's her that you'll be fucking first, and after they've all had their one turn with you, your cock belongs to her pussy alone.
Eloise breathes deep and says she'll go out and get the right sized condoms; Sybil turns and says to forget about it. Margaret and Fiona, tagging along closely, concur wholeheartedly, with an almost irrational fervor. You point out that sex without protection is quite risky, and Sybil turns and grips your shoulders again, this time admonishingly. She reminds you sternly that you're their servant, and it's their choice to have you fuck them bareback, not yours. You nod. She kisses you and says to go lay on her bed.
You see her satin sheets and slowly lay down as Sybil leaves, ushering the rest of them out as well. You find yourself looking up at the ceiling. You recall the way Margaret bared her nipples for you in the store; the taste of her tongue delving in your mouth; and the way Sybil and Fiona sandwiched you so tightly between them. You imagine seeing their pussies hovering over you, dripping wet, eager to receive your services. What do their pussies look like? Does it smell okay? How will it taste?
Suddenly, your contemplations are interrupted when Sybil's face appears over yours. You realize she climbed right into bed over you without you even noticing she was coming. Her bare skin is glistening, and she smells of body wash.
Have you been daydreaming that long?
She feeds you a ranch dipped broccoli stick and her lips meet yours as you both bite it in half together. You smile as you watch her chew, then swallow. She kisses you again and tells you the other ladies are freshening up, then she pushes your hands to your sides and moves up further, straddling you. Your lips find her neck instinctively, and she shudders, keeping her hips lifted obviously so she doesn't instinctively impale herself on your aching cock. With your arms at your sides, you can only just lay there while she crawls up over you slowly, giving you a tour of her body as you lick and kiss your way down to her large breasts dangling above you. She tells you she's a double E cup, just like Margaret. She adds that Eloise is a B - no wonder she looks so thick! - and Fiona is a C. Then you silence her by licking between her still damp breasts, your tongue traveling over to lash her nipple. Sybil looks down at you as you lick her nipple, then suck it in firmly. She moans and shudders above you, her arms wobbling. But you want her to fall on you. So you suck harder and lick her nipple at the same time. Sybil collapses right onto you, but her weight doesn't smother you. You just nurse her breast relentlessly as she cries out; then, unexpectedly, she lurches up forward, quickly bringing her wet pussy over your face. Unceremoniously, she sits her thick labia right on your mouth and squirms wildly.
You open your lips to kiss her, but then her pussy drools into your mouth. Unblievable. You stop to discern what just happened, but then you realize her juices are quite thick. As she jerks up into a kneeling position and squeezes her breasts tightly, taking in a deep gulp of air as her orgasm catches her by surprise, you realize you made her squirt.
Your tongue eagerly ventures out to draw more from her. Looking up at her slightly pudgy abdomen, you moan deeply into her vagina, causing her stomach to spasm visibly. She spills more creamy nectar into your mouth while you watch her belly button, your lips sealed against her as you suck her hard. She grits her teeth and jerks, her pussy spurting its last load for you. Then she lets out an explosive sigh and sits back on her heels, resting, relaxing, planting herself fully on your lips. Even though she's mashed on your mouth, you can breathe easily; nevertheless, you endeavor to squirm further down, moving your nose under her pussy to breathe in the musky scent of her arousal. Her cum leaks on your nose and cheeks as her pussy relaxes, and instinctually she jerks her hips back in search of your tongue. Once settled back on your mouth, she swirls her hips slowly as you tease her hole and then probe her inner walls.
After catching her breath, she looks down with tired eyes and gasps that she wanted to take her time with you and introduce you to her body slowly, but her nipples are sensitive, and you set her off. She says she's sorry she came so wet. You respond by kissing her thick pussy lips and moaning your appreciation to her. She lifts herself up a bit and you tell her you loved drinking her cum and you'd like to get her off again.
She giggles and slides off of you, laying to the side of you to kiss your lips, her leg caressing your rock hard dripping organ as she tells you that she needs all the juices she can build up, for your cock. Just then, as your kisses grow longer and deeper, her tongue diving into your mouth to taste herself, Eloise and Margaret arrive, arms around each other's waists. Fiona is but a step behind.
Eloise is the first to notice your face is wet, and runs over to kiss you. Margaret kisses Sybil's hip, caressing her skin lightly, congratulating you jokingly on giving Sybil the world's fastest female orgasm, while Fiona comes over by you, asking bluntly if you'd like to taste her next.
Sybil quickly sits up and comes back over to straddle your legs, pounding on you like a jealous lioness guarding her cubs. Or her fresh kill. That doesn't deter Fiona even one bit; she crawls up on the bed with the athletic grace her toned legs suggest she's capable of, and in one swift move she's straddling your head. Neither Eloise nor Margaret move to stop her as she plants the dewy hairs of her fiery mound on your face and starts grinding slowly.
Staring up at her taut belly, all you can do is watch and enjoy as she fucks your face, bragging about being able to feel Sybil's cum still lubricating you. While Sybil is telling her to quit, Fiona is already given to thrusting and grinding on you, and you're quite happy to lick her pussy hairs in search of her slit, which you find quite easily. Her hairs get stuck in your teeth but you don't care; your tongue delves into her silky labia and flicks her clit.
Pent up needs have a way of exploding quickly.
Your tongue sets Fiona off; she cums hard, clenching your head tightly as she shudders, grinding hard on your face, smearing the scent of her Irish womanhood all over your skin to mingle with Sybil's aroma. You can taste her wetness surging as she starts to drip on your tongue - a delightful flavor indeed. Fiona gyrates and humps your face for a while, then shudders and collapses on her hands and knees while you gently lick her clean.
Sybil finally convinces her to take a seat by the bed. The redheaded Irish lass dismounts from your face and kisses you, thanking you. Then she pulls up a stool and sits. The other girls take the couch nearby, and then Sybil scoots up on you, until her pussy is rubbing against your aching cock. Standing it straight up, she tells everyone to notice how it almost reaches her belly button. She says your cock is a baby maker, it's made to plunge deep into the core of a woman and deliver gift right to the pit of her stomach. She circles her belly button and asks you if you're ready to give up your seed to her, and you say yes. She nods understandingly, and lifts her hips, spreading her pussy open with one hand while holding you in place with the other. She says for you to not try to hold back; as she pushes her silky nether lips down on your cock head, she says she wants to see and feel you cum.
Fiona pulls her stool up closer, her body tense with anticipation, as if she were about to jump up and join you on the bed. Eloise and Margaret are just staring at you two with open mouthed amazement.
The silence is deafening. Sybil bites her lip and lets out a whimper as your cock head pops inside her; her wetness and warmth envelop you slowly as she pushes down firmly, slowly stuffing your broad organ into her tight, protesting pussy. Her cum leaks down your flesh until your balls start getting wet. Finally, her fingers let go of you, her hands clenching into fists as she sits down more on her heels, planting you deep inside her, easing in one inch at a time until her bare pussy meets your pubic hairs.
Your cock is now sheathed in a universe of exotic pleasures you can't even hope to describe beyond that it feels like a wet, warm, silky fist grabbing you tightly. Her muscles clench in protest, then relax, then clench again, pumping your cock inside her.
She shudders and leans forward slowly; you reach out and take her hands, hoping that this will help you last longer.
A tear runs down her face as she whispers to you that it hurts, and that she needs you to cum for her now. Your tense muscles relax as your pleasure rapidly escalates. Fiona and the others lean forward to watch her with concern. Her butt clenches as her intense pain starts to mix with a swelling ecstasy. Her pussy, utterly stuffed by you, starts to spasm with impending release... milking and stroking you in the process.
Your breath has been coming in short, quiet gasps, but now your pleasure boils and overflows in your loins. The explosion begins in your balls and your breath catches in your throat as you shudder beneath her, squeezing her hands as a warning. All she has to do is say the word and you'll pull out.
But she doesn't. Even as your cum rises in your shaft for her, she stays seated on you, her pussy hugging you tightly in anticipation.
Eloise puts her hand to her mouth with concern as Sybil gnashes her teeth.
Unable to help yourself, you ram your hips up, bouncing, jamming yourself further into her depths. Sybil gasps and her eyes fly wide open as your eyes cross and your world blurs into darkness, your body suddenly coming under the fierce grip of a paralyzing orgasm. This is nothing like all those times you used to get yourself off and lay back and enjoy the raw pleasure and intensity of your climax. This time, it's as if your body has been set ablaze, but with ecstasy instead of fire. You can no more handle this much pleasure rippling through your body than you could handle the agony of immolation, and there's no escaping it now, as your body is reduced to a mere conduit, a pumping muscle, sending wave after wave of white-hot pleasure racing through your groin, out of you and into her. All she can do is gyrate in rhythm with your pulses as if your cum is scalding her insides.
Sybil's muscles pulse painfully tight around you as her searing pain reaches its peak and explodes into cataclysmic ecstasy and an orgasm that leaves her yelling incoherently at the top of her lungs. She lets go of your hands, and you blink a few times; the darkness clears just enough for you to see her leaning back and mashing her own breasts in her hands, then your world fades again as she suddenly bounces her hips up and down in your lap, practically jacking you off in her, making you shoot even harder. Your back archs even more; besides that, you can't move, think or even breathe.
It takes forever before the bright lights of the two lamps in the back of the room overwhelm the darkness you've been plunged into, and you find yourself looking right up into Sybil's face as she's brushing your hair back and kissing your lips tenderly, asking if you're alright. Although your cock is now sore, the aching in your balls is gone. You nod and kiss her back.
Margaret whistles admiringly as she congratulates Sybil on making you pass out.
You sigh and shake your head with embarrassment; it's then that Sybil lifts up off of you, reminding your body that you're still buried inside her. Her pussy is reluctant to let you go, especially since your spent organ is coming back to life so fast, but you finally leave her with a slick pop. Even so, by the time she turns around to see the mess you two have made, you're swelling up again. Her juices and yours have made a frothy mess of you, and you start contemplating the task of cleaning up.
Margaret and Eloise, strangely enough, takes care of that. They dive on the bed and go for your crotch right away, with Fiona right behind. As Sybil lays back next to you, massaging her pussy and sighing happily about how sore she is, kissing your lips and then telling you how happy she is to have your virginity and your seed in her, you watch Fiona's red hair obscuring all the action as her lips capture your cock head, while someone's licking your shaft and someone else's tongue is lashing your balls.
Sybil moans and curls up against you, her arm draped across your chest, while your toes curl from all the warm, wet mouths cleaning you up. For a moment, you sigh and relax in your Domme's lazy embrace as she compliments you on how your face smells like her and Fiona's pussy, then plants her lips firmly on yours. Her tongue swirls around in your mouth for a while, until Margaret suddenly raises her head and chimes that she finished first.
Sybil breaks the kiss just long enough to tell her that she can go next. Moving away from you, she gestures to your face, and her Maggie's black eyes light up. As the other ladies move out of the way, she starts to crawl up at you like an alligator rushing in for a surprise kill; but Sybil stops her with her hand, telling her since she lost control with you, it's okay now for the ladies to get a little excited. But the next time, they're going to take their time introducing you to their bodies. She then gives Margaret the go ahead, and she kisses her Domme, then grabs your shoulders and forcibly pulls you down the bed, warning you that her pussy is aching and this isn't going to be a gentle ride. Sybil sighs as Margaret pushes her breast in your mouth, making you suckle her dark, stiff nipples. Her chocolate body is very warm and smooth to the touch; her body is so much fun to hold onto and caress. She makes you suckle her other nipple, too, and then she moves up quickly, while you lick down her stomach and tickle her belly button. She pushes you down and straddles your head, again pinning your arms to your sides as she grabs the head board. The lights are just good enough that you can see her wispy pussy lips and thick, damp pubic hairs as she sits right on your face.
Margaret is a chubby woman, moreso than Sybil, but even as she's mashing herself down on your mouth, you can breathe easily. Your academic mind is rapidly debating whether that's just big bones in her or not, because her belly is pudgy but not hanging over you. Fuck that; save the analysis for later. You just ram your tongue in her pussy as she's grinding it on your face, and her hips become even more aggressive. She wasn't kidding about the rough ride; her pussy is sloppy wet, and you can hear Eloise bragging about how good Maggie ate her out just now. (Were you out THAT long?) That explains why her pussy is already squishing loudly across your face, smearing slick musky cum all over your chin, lips and nose.
Damn, that heady scent of horny pussy is driving you nuts. You push your nose into her slit and breathe deep. It's intoxicating. Now she's fucking your nose with her pussy and clit, jerking hard and moaning, her breasts flopping above you. Jesus, what a view. Look at her belly button... those huge breasts... those nipples, stiff like bullets.
*smack*
Someone's smacking her ass from behind, and also stroking your revived cock. No, wait, that's not a hand.. that's someone's pussy swallowing you deep! Oh wait, there's a tongue stroking your shaft... someone's sucking you, and deep.
Forget that! Your attention stays on looking at Margaret's magnificent body surging up and down over you, her pussy using your face to masturbate. Slurp, squish, slurp, squish. There's a rhythm to this that you're starting to like as much as the slick layer of cum she's soaking your face in. Your tongue is bathing in her wetness, licking her throbbing walls and teasing her hole, and it's telling you she's getting wetter. Momentarily you withdraw your tongue and cause her to fuck your face harder in search of satisfaction, and just as you expect, she gets even sloppier. She grunts ferally, exerting her hips, humping your face selfishly, as if she hadn't cum in a long time.
Technically, she hasn't... at least, not with a man. It's different when it's with a guy. Just ask Margaret.
Suddenly, you feel a surge of pleasure in your balls. Oh yeah, someone's sucking you, too. Your body stiffens as you groan into Margaret's dark chocolate pussy and your cock jerks violently, pumping. That nice, wet mouth unexpectedly slides down your pulsating shaft until your cock head reaches some resistance, then pops right into a whole new world of tightness and wetness. And damn, that tongue's stroking your balls now. You see Margaret's dark hole flex; you're forced to close your eyes as her wetness surges, and then she pulls herself down on your lips, just in time to spill a load of sticky wet womancum in your mouth. At the same time, your cum leaks out of you, as someone's loving throat swallows tightly around you, drinking what little you have that didn't get gulped down by Sybil's pussy. Margaret clenches your head tightly between her thighs as she trembles and cums in your mouth for quite a while, crying out and nearly banging her head on the headboard.
After a long, satisfying release, Margaret's body sags, relaxing as you dutifully lick her clean, swirling your tongue inside her, then all over her mound and clit, until you're confident you've licked the taste and scent of her off her own pussy. She sits on your face for a while longer, catching her breath, your nose breathing on her clit and her pussy continuing to drip in your mouth. Then she raises her hips and you bid farewell to her sweet pussy with an appreciative kiss.
As her thighs release your head, you hear things again; Eloise darts her head in and her jet black hair covers your faces, brushing the wetness from your eyelids. You open your eyes and look at her as she kisses you, smiling when she compliments you on how much you made Margaret scream for you. Oh, and damn, you sure smell like her cunt now. As Margaret stands up, Eloise backs off and gestures to you, proudly announcing how wet your face is now. Sybil raises an eyebrow and says maybe she ought to take her turn now that you're properly lubricated. Eloise bites her finger as she looks at you, then nods. Apologizing to you (for what?!), she jumps up and plants herself right on your lips.
Mmm. Bare pussy again. Oh well, it doesn't matter. You loved getting Fiona's hairs in your teeth, and Margaret's dampness was especially arousing. Sybil's cum tasted the best, but you wouldn't mind licking any of these ladies to orgasm again.
Eloise grabs your head and sits firmly on your mouth, encouraging you to lick her. Your tongue splits her tightly closed labia, then wiggles into her hole. She jerks and gasps, squirming. Eloise likes to sit still and let you do the work, and work you most certainly do. Your tongue swirls and wiggles in her, curls and thrusts, while your nose is buried in her clit. She's so short, too! Your hands are free this time, so you reach up and pinch her almond nipples.
Oops.
The ride ends right there when she clenches you hard between her muscular thighs and cums in your mouth.
Oh yeah, you forgot, Eloise is the real squirter here. Her pussy shoots out its sticky load right to the back of your mouth. There's a fine line between swallowing a squirt and choking on it. Tonight you're lucky. Next time you'll be more prepared.
She jerks and spurts again, grunting forcefully. The third squirt you can predict, though, because the last two times, you saw her belly tightened just before her juices surged. You let her thick, creamy juices pool in your mouth so you can savor the strange flavor of her, then drink it down and kiss her pussy, licking her and bringing her down gently.
Eloise giggles uncontrollably, relaxing her thighs as she holds her hand to her mouth with embarrassment. Fiona kisses her and you can hear her asking what happened. Eloise sheepishly admits she just came her brains out. Her nipples were on fire, her clit was on fire, everything was on fire, and then BOOM! Her pussy shot off between your sweet lips. Margaret rubs her crotch happily, telling her that you made her spill her juices, too. Sybil reappears, licking her lips - ah hah, so now you know who was sucking you! - and caresses Eloise's back, asking her if she's okay. Eloise nods, then eases herself up off of you. You can see her pussy hole still flexing. Damn.. that nice, dark pink hole leading into her pleasure-giving depths! It wants you!
While Eloise and Sybil kiss, Fiona eases herself over and before you know it, that fiery red bush is hovering over your mouth. You ask if you can suck her nipples, but Fiona shakes her head. She's close to cumming. Don't even bother moving, she says, it'll be over in a moment.
Sybil calls to her, but now she's seated, and her hips are moving, giving you a firm, wet facial massage. She thrusts fast, mercilessly, her damp hairs stroking your face as she rubs her clit on your nose. Damn, the nice smell of her damp pussy is driving you crazy. Your cock is sore and aching, and isn't likely to revive itself now.
Sure enough, the ride ends in a moment, as Fiona grips your head tight between her trembling thighs and seizes up, cumming on your face. You lick her pussy and help her cum better, and then she leans tiredly against the headboard for a moment, catching her breath, before Sybil tugs her and she eases off of you.
Bye, damp fiery red bush. What's next?
You lick your lips and start thanking them for letting you eat them out. Margaret smiles softly and kisses you, and Sybil says you're not done yet. Taking your hand, she tells Margaret to let you stand up. The ladies help you to your feet, and Sybil starts to caress your aching penis, while telling Margaret to lay on her back on the edge of the bed.
Margaret's eyes narrow as she smiles wickedly. She looks at you and climbs on the bed on her hands and knees, wiggling her hips and bragging about how she's going to work hard for your hot load. Damn, what a dance. Have you ever seen a woman bump and grind like that before? Her butt bounces back and forth rapidly, then jiggles and wiggles like she's already pumping violently on something in her.
Sybil whistles admiringly; then, she drops a bomb on everyone.
She tells you that with Margaret on her back, the bed should be of proper height for Eloise to lay on her back on top of her while you fuck her.
Eloise's eyes bulge with shock. Fiona snorts incredulously. Margaret screams, "SAY WHAT?!"
Sybil folds her arms, reminding everyone that she is the Domme here. Eloise will accept you inside her, and now that you've been properly drained, you won't spill so much when you cum in her.
Eloise bites her lip and says she hopes the mistress knows what she's doing; then, as Margaret sighs and lays back, Eloise climbs up on her, kisses her, then turns over on her back.
As Margaret's arms encircle Eloise, you can now appreciate the incredible contrast between Eloise's smooth, porcelain skin, and Margaret's dark, savage beauty. As Sybil instructed, you walk over and stand between Eloise's legs.
Sybil then tells you to place your cock on her pussy. Your balls rest on her bare mound as your limp cock lays across her warm belly. Margaret places her arms behind herself to prop herself up, while Eloise looks between her legs. Against her pussy, your penis is enormous. It looks like you'll cleave her in two with that. Her fingers slide across your smooth, veiny organ appreciatively, though, and she sighs. Maybe she can take you.
Like hell she can, you think; but your cock agrees with her. It stiffens for her. It hurts, but it swells anyway.
Fiona whistles. You're already up to her belly button. How in the hell can her body take that? That's got to be easily ten inches.
Sybil smacks your ass playfully, then comes around to lay her arm next to your penis. No. Eleven.
Eloise gulps and squirms, her pussy now leaking on your balls.
Your knees are bent, and you know this isn't the proper angle for sex. But you don't have to speak; Sybil is all knowing, and she sees your legs. Backing off for a moment, she pauses to think, then tells Margaret to get up and Eloise to get on her knees on the bed.
Fiona moans cautiously.
Eloise gulps, getting off of Margaret, who rolls off to the side next to Fiona. Then she gets back on the bed on her hands and knees, lowering her head into the satiny sheets submissively, her round butt raised high, spreading her pussy lips open with her delicate fingers.
Sybil tells you to go ahead. You step forward, and find the angle is perfect. Your cock-head touches her pink entrance, and you can now see even more clearly how small her pussy is. But Sybil smacks your ass again as you pause. Go into her, she says. Thrust in before you're completely erect, she advises.
You hear Eloise whimpering as she holds herself open for you, spreading her legs more. You see into her dark hole and see her pulsating muscles. Your cock head pushes into that hole, distorts, and pops in. Eloise gasps and stiffens.
Margaret's mouth falls open and Fiona shifts her weight on one hip, wide-eyed with surprise.
Sybil warns you to slide in slowly. Ease it in. She tells Eloise to relax and surrender herself to you, relax and let you in. She says yes, mistress, and pushes back slightly, stirring her hips a bit, rubbing your cock head against her pink, silky walls.
Her pussy indeed does relax, as you push more into her, then stop; she relaxes some more, and more of you disappears into her. The sopping wetness of her is making your cock swell to its maximum length all too quickly. She props herself up on her arms as she wiggles to take more of you in. Your shaft slides in ever so slowly, but now steadily, her pussy slurping around you, swallowing you whole. She cries out that you're really deep inside her now, and Sybil's now soft, sympathetic voice tells her that you're almost all the way in.
Then, as she squirms and clenches your shaft painfully, your hips meet her butt. You're trying to stay still and not hurt her. She gasps and then grits her teeth, and suddenly you can see waves of creamy juices spilling out of her, all over your shaft, lubricating you perfectly. Your balls are now soaked.
Eloise asks Sybil not to make you cum inside her, and Sybil reminds her that you're so drained that it won't matter. Eloise nods and sighs. Sybil tells her to work her hips slowly, let her pussy get used to you, then thrust faster. She wants you to stay in her until you cum. To Eloise she says to trust her, it won't be so bad.
Eloise lowers her head back into the sheets and squirms, easing you back out slowly, then gradually back into her silky depths. You're obsessed with watching her round ass pump back and forth; as long as you can keep your eyes off her puckered anus, it's all good.
Margaret comments to Fiona that you're going to nut like a sex starved sailor in her tight pussy. Sybil giggles dismissively; you gave one generous tribute to your mistress' pussy, and the rest went down her throat. All Eloise is going to get is the wild throbbing of your dick trying to pumping cum from its empty balls.
Fiona then turns to Sybil. Speaking of which, why isn't Sybil leaking cum? Sybil rubs her crotch proudly; she's too tight for it to escape. All that hot juice is going right where it belongs, into her womb for safe keeping. Margaret raises an eyebrow; is she planning on having a baby?
A baby? Sybil, one day pregnant with your child? Suddenly that soreness in your cock dwindles away.
Sybil looks to Fiona right then. She tells them that of course they know Fiona is their Domme when Sybil is away, and pretty much oversaw your entry into the club; she's ready to take over. Sybil turns to you and says she not only wanted your virginity, she wanted your legacy. You're going to cum in everyone this weekend, but after that, only her. You're going to keep planting your seed in her body until it hits home.
Eloise looks up. So that's why she's talking about stepping aside!
Hmmmmm. Well, at least no one's surprised by the stepping aside part. There's going to be plenty enough shock and confused discussions about why.
Fiona nodded, smiling. Everything will be alright. She'll see to it that everyone finds someone. When Fiona finds mister right, Maggie will take Fiona's place. It's all under control.
Your mind dwells on the thought of honey sweet Sybil's belly swelling with your child, and before you know it, your balls are tingling, and Eloise's hips are starting to move faster. Her pussy has now gotten used to you, and she's ready to stroke you to release.
Sybil notices the grinding of her butt against your hips, and congratulates her. She tells you to grab her hips and fuck her. Not hard, but steadily. Give her deep thrusts and let go when your body says to.
You nod, and seize her with your hands, plunging yourself in to the hilt, aiming your cock head at the core of her womanhood. Eloise grips the sheets and waits for your gift. Her muscles pulsate around you as you pump forcefully into her. She's tight, like a fist, even tighter than Sybil.
You warn everyone that you can feel a fresh load building in your nuts, and Eloise does an about face, saying you'd better not pull out. But, you protest, as your hips now slap hard against her, it feels like a fairly big load.
Margaret speaks up, promising to suck your baby juice out of her if you cum generously. Eloise, in her best ghetto impersonation voice, says that's what she's talking about, and that you'd better aim that cock at her womb and shoot as much sweet, hot cum as you gave her mistress.
Well, that did it. You don't even see it coming until suddenly you're ramming yourself in deep and yelling out her name. Your cock jerks and pumps fiercely, and you pitch forward and fall over her, still buried in her. You hold her body captive in your arms under you as you spurt forcefully into her pussy, jerking, crying out with her, sighing happily as you flood her with fresh, boiling hot sperm. It takes a while to stop cumming in her, but finally, it ends, and when you come to your senses, you can feel your cum clinging slickly to your shaft, and the sheets under you.
You hear Fiona behind you, whistling; even she can see the puddle on the bed. Eloise smiles sheepishly, brushing her hair from her face, wiggling against you. She brags that she was a little scared of your hot load blasting in her, but then, she guesses, she realized how good it would feel. Nothing that nice could be all that bad.
Sybil shakes her head and tells you that you need to pull out. You ease out of Eloise and stand up again. While Fiona and Sybil drop to their knees, gripping your hips with their hands and licking you clean, Margaret scoots under Eloise, laying on her back right in the messy wet spot, and pulls her lover onto her face, sucking her pussy for your cum.
By the time Sybil licks your shaft clean and Fiona finishes giving your balls a tongue bath, you turn to the side to see Eloise crying out. Maggie's hands squeeze Eloise's flexing butt as she gyrates and squirms, squirting her cum load and yours, into her loving mouth.
Sybil stops licking you to watch her cum, then sighs jealously, turning back to your cock; her hands squeeze your hips and in one thrust, she gulps you down to your base, licking your balls.
Fiona moans and gets up, announcing that it's time to go to her bedroom so you can squeeze one off inside her. Sybil pulls you out of her mouth, kisses your tip adoringly, then stands up, telling Fiona that she'll take care of her needs; it's Maggie's turn to be filled by your cock. Until then, the mistress says, she wants you to lay on the floor so she can enjoy your mouth while she works on Fiona.
Oh yeah, and the clock says it's 11:43 pm.
The weekend hasn't even begun yet.
Her name is Margaret and from her picture, you know she's medium height and chubby. She's wearing a denim miniskirt and white sandals. To make up for her lack of a webcam, she sent you a huge, 2400dpi jpeg picture; you can easily see the green bonsai trees on her crimson toe nails. Yum. She's a photography nut - something you two have in common - and she's gone to great lengths to rig up some three point lighting for herself using everything from lamps to umbrellas to make it look just right, but nothing lights up her utterly lickable dark chocolate body more than her wide smile and bright dimples.
Ok, so she's got a belly. A nice, caressable, lickable belly. She also has nice, thick legs and generous breasts that she so graciously bared for you to admire and wank off to whenever she tells you to cum for her.
It's 8:55 o'clock on Friday in Old Pasadena, and you've passed Moose McGillycuddy's as you close in on your final destination, dressed in your best business casual and black tie. Those black dress shoes are weird to walk in, and they sound funny clop clop clopping against the concrete like some alpha male corporate exec on his way to a board meeting, but she says she likes you wearing genuine shoe leather, so you're more than happy to satisfy her fantasy, even if she's just introducing you to a girlfriend. You spent 2 hours showering, moisturizing, filing nails, the whole ritual, and now, as you come up to Barnes and Noble, you're not so sure you're ready to meet your destiny.
You're not a macho man. You're certainly not a cross dresser or effeminate, but an hour in your presence has left not just a few people asking if you're gay - and what with being five feet four inches and all that, it's not safe to let such a question go unanswered with a firm and honest denial. You like taller women, and Margaret, at five foot six, definitely fits the bill. She's the first person you've ever said that to, and to your surprise, she told you she doesn't mind. If she weren't so deep in her studies, she'd have you serve her pussy with your tongue in her dorm room just as much as you did over the phone.
But the fear that all this might be too good to be true, is not the only reason you're worried. Margaret also said you would need to be comfortable with being in close proximity to her chauffers, 2 six foot tall bodyguards kind enough to check out her dates and keep her out of trouble.
Thoughts of the Terminator came to mind right away. Do these guys speak Austrian by any chance?
You stop at the glass door and, fearful of blocking others' way, you decide not to contemplate. You step in, and keep your eyes off of all the other sexy plain Janes walking around, their tight cleavage, shapely legs and manicured feet all exposed to your eyes. Ah, the benefits of the fall weather: still warm enough for women to still be wearing shorts, sandals and mini skirts, but cool enough at night to snuggle up, if you're one of the lucky men to have someone to curl up with.
It's now 9pm, and you are walking slowly by the music area, desperate to scour the store in search of her, but fearful that you'll look like a desperate buffoon if you do.
Standing at a music preview mini-kiosk is a tall, voluptuous woman whose body you can't help but gaze at momentarily, with skin like warm honey and curly chestnut hair reaching down to her shoulders. She's wearing just the kind of things you love; a paisley-print skirt, an open, short sleeve denim shirt, and as far as you can see, a u-neck beneath that, showing off her deep, bottomless cleavage. She's wearing flat, black sandals and while you only get a glimpse of her somewhat long and slender feet, it stays in your mind as you walk amidst the rows of CDs at a safe distance behind her to admire her round ass. That ass. Damn, that nice ass. As you divert your eyes to stare blankly at a CD whose name you wouldn't be able to remember to save your life, you muse to yourself about how you could easily appreciate squeezing that in your hands while feasting on her -
Just then, someone bumps you and says hi. Well, say isn't exactly the term to best describe her voice... it's more like singing.
Margaret sang a few times for you on the phone. She did a nearly perfect Patrice Rushen and Brenda Russell. Those were her favorite artists. Indeed, she was older than you, but judging by the fact that you also had Five Star in your mp3 collection, she didn't exactly believe you at first.
Surprised, you turn and look in the direction of the voice, to find yourself staring up at a woman who flashes a smile all too familiar.
It's Margaret, and as usual, her dimples are her own flood lighting. She's absolutely gorgeous in her cream colored lace-frilled v-neck tube top and matching cotton mini skirt. You smile, too, and introduce yourself. She strikes like lightning, her head bending down to plant her lips on yours. Your first kiss ever. Oh wait, it isn't manly to remember that; yet the memory is already burning itself into a permanent scene etched right on the side of your brain. But you already told her before that you're turning 21 and you've never done that before, so you should have known that if she was going to show up, she was going to be your first.
She cups your smooth cheeks and pushes her tongue into your mouth. She tastes like cinnamon. Your tongue fumbles in its duel with hers, until she pulls back and opens her arms, displaying herself to you. Oh Lord, she's wearing medium heel, thin white sandals. Looking this way and that to confirm that no one was looking, she then lifts her tube top briefly, letting you see her ample breasts and stiff nipples; then she brings her shirt down quickly and smiles wickedly at you.
Your hard-on swells.
Then, the lady by the mini kiosk abruptly turns and walks over, her long strides carrying her around one side of the CD racks to the other; in a flash, she's right there next to Margaret, admonishing her playfully about not introducing you to her chauffers.
Her chauffers?
Oh wait... that's easily six feet of mouth watering honey sweet womanhood standing there.
Just like you're not gay, not all chauffers have to be men. Whodathunkit. Lose the prejudices, man!
Then, your eyes witness the most incredible thing you've ever seen in real life. Margaret's chauffer brings her slender fingers up to her chin and lifts it, bending her head down. Soft, cherry red lips meets soft cherry red lips in a brief, yet firm kiss.
They're lesbians!
Is this a trap?
Margaret sighs happily, then introduces you to...
Sybil.
But wait, weren't there two?
Suddenly, the answer to that comes in the form of a pair of warm, ivory arms encircling you from behind. Glancing back, you see the hint of someone's curly, off-orange hair. The perfume is unmistakeably feminine, though, as are those soft, crimson-manicured hands now clasped around your waist.
A soft Irish accented voice identifies herself as Fiona Eileen, Margaret's other chauffer. You shudder as she pulls you back gently against herself, and Sybil steps forward. Your breath catches in your throat as she presses up against you, kissing your lips lightly, ever so briefly.
The heat from their bodies is noticeable in the air conditioned store, You mutter nervously that you kind of enjoyed being caught between them like this. Fiona says it's time to go and get that new India Arie CD, before security notices anything. Sybil and Margaret agree.
Before you can ask, Sybil says you're all going to her condo, and asks you if you have any plans until Monday. You say certainly not, and Margaret giggles, taking your hand as all of you walk to the checkout stand together. Other patrons are now starting to notice and stare as Fiona curls her arm in yours.
It is now that you get a chance to look at her cream colored, knee-length wrap dress. She's wearing a polyster-looking scarf that hugs her neck and cascades down her back like the wings of an angel. Though it hides most of her skin, it's clear she has a nice, shapely body; even her sexy little freckles make your heart skip. Fiona smiles and asks you if you like her dress, and you nod, your voice crackling as you try to say yes. Margaret glances back and says in a fairly audible voice not to worry about admiring Fiona; they're all going to share you tonight anyway, which is why they're getting that new CD - it's nice for setting the mood.
That sets off a few gasps from everyone within ear shot, including the clerk ringing up Sybil's CD. You yourself can hardly believe what you're hearing.
Sybil leads the way out, and the four of you rush down Colorado Boulevard to the parking garage. A fourth woman, joins the group with two big white shopping bags. Eloise Hong is a bit shorter than you, with a slender body and nice, perky breasts packed into her deeply cut tank top. She has nice hips and shapely legs, and the short jeans to do it all justice. She looks at you once and blurts out that she's going to enjoy riding your tongue. A passerby woman claps her boyfriend's ears as she gawks at all of you in horror. Amused and annoyed, Sybil turns and tells her, whose ears are not protected, that she ought to try making her man stick his tongue in her a few times to loosen her up. She turns back and ignores the expletives hurled back their way.
A short trip later, you climb into a silvery blue custom Toyota Sequoia, with Eloise sitting in front, Sybil driving, and Margaret and Fiona on either side of you. You feel kind of like a kid between these older adult women, but that's an easy feeling to shake off. You prefer to think of yourself as living out your fantasies and theirs.
Eloise turns and asks you if you mind being with all four of them over the weekend, and you look at her incredulously. Of course not! Then, you look quizzically at her and ask... will you get to lick their pussies?
Margaret, now leaning against you, is the first to say you have such a nice, sexy face, that they're all going to masturbate on your lips. Fiona jokes about sampling her Irish spring, grinning at you as she tugs playfully at her dress. Your mouth waters at the thought of tasting the nectar of an Irish lass; but then there's all that dark chocolate on the other side of you...
... and then there's Eloise... whose round ass seems to be begging for your cock to sheathe itself in her pussy from behind and release years of pent-up need in her.
Sybil pops in a Dave Matthews CD and starts to take over the conversation. It turns out that she's the mistress, the domme in the group. She nearly dated a guy who would have ruined her life in college; suffice to say, she points out, that another woman stole him from her and wound up taking the fall instead. Literally.
You just so happen to know the guy. You once lusted after the hot babe that dated that bad boy until he took them both out in a drunken driving trip up Mulholland Pass.
Sybil and her UCLA dorm-mate Fiona - who then turns your head and plants her cherry red lips upon yours with a bright smile - had a girl girl thing going on at the time, and Fiona offered to keep her happy until she could finish school and find Mister Right. A while later, they discovered cute little Eloise at a party. Eloise had a boyfriend who was a pitcher who just joined the Bruins with an above average knack for inside the park home runs. He also tended to score home runs with lots of other women. Eloise is extremely cute, as Fiona reminds you, and Sybil lost control one moment and picked her up, carried her out of the party, out to the pool area, where she laid her on a table and started kissing her lips. The way Eloise wrapped her legs around Sybil even turned Fiona on. While everyone else was dancing and singing and gossipping, Fiona and Sybil took turns kissing Eloise and ducking under her skirt to lick her thighs and tease her pussy through her panties. After a while of fondling, kissing and stroking her body, Sybil finally buried her face in Eloise's pussy and finished her off. Fiona giggles about how Eloise screamed into her mouth during their long, deep kiss. Eloise brags that she was glad she was sober that night. She came so hard she squirted in Sybil's mouth. Sybil smacks her lips loudly, appreciatively.
Then there was Margaret. Margaret waves at you. Remember her? She now kisses you, too. She was working on dating a rich guy; Sybil points out that, arguably, that could have been the scariest one of all. Sybil had turned down his advances a few times at Starbuck's when he would come there with his hard core body building buddies. One day, he brought in Margaret. Margaret was a cutie who made Sybil's pussy wet on sight. She wanted to get between the dark, dark chocolate thighs of that sexy girl and make her scream Sybil's name a few times. Margaret purrs her name instead, rubbing her feet together. Sybil giggles and says she lost control of herself. She caught Margaret in the bathroom and fondled her, then walked out. Margaret laughs out loud, she's not kidding. She climaxed when Sybil pushed her against the wall and mauled her breasts. Sated, she decided not to fuck her date and went home in her own car that night. Later on, she caught Margaret in Starbuck's again, but it was more crowded that time; they went to her car and the first thing she did was discuss her boyfriend. Sadly, she says, her man shot himself: he fucked around with another girl who had HIV - oh and the ladies, as Fiona points out, definitely checked you out already - and now he was symptomatic. AIDS. The whole cabin falls silent for a moment as everyone contemplates how easily that could have been them. As it stands, Margaret's one chance to be a part of that awful body count, was ruined by Sybil's lesbian "sexual assault" in the bathroom. Aside from owing Sybil her life, she had a thing for her voluptuous body anyway.
Ok, so how did they "check you out"? Is Sybil a hacker, or just well connected? The only way she could check you out is ... wait.. you're a blood donor. She's connected. Definitely well connected. You make a note to re-visit that later.
It turns out that the four of them have made a pact. Until they find mister right, they're going to be happy with one another. It's been just fine as long as the male alternatives have been the same old boring alpha males and their wanna-be beta haters and tagalongs. They had each other, and there was no need to deal with all the drama and cavemanish behavior of men like that. Sybil and Fiona were the eldest at 27, Margaret was the youngest at 23 (which put you even younger than any of them, at 21), and they had plenty of time.
Three pairs of eyes fall on you as Fiona points out that this is where you come in. She says you're a darling to all of them.
Sybil cuts in. You've told Margaret about how much trouble you've had to dodge because of your lifestyle. She points out that as a Domme, she understands you quite well. You're a submissive, and that's why they decided to bring you into the group. You've expressed a burning desire to spend all night licking Margaret's pussy, and while she loves talking about it, nobody can take that much pleasure for that long. Fiona adds, you don't mind being passed around between them at their whim, do you? You of course say no way.
Margaret points out that she gets you first. Sybil glances back and says yes, she concedes, Maggy - her nickname - found you first - but then Sybil is the Domme. Your first experiences with a woman's pussy should be with the alpha female.
Margaret sighs and nods. The car stops in a garage, and you all pile out.
Looking back, you can see the garage door descending. That's it. You're theirs. The darkness closes with finality on the world of you, the unfulfilled, lonely guy with nothing more than a job to go to and soup for one to come home to. Warm, slender hands grip your shoulders and a pair of soft lips caress your neck from behind. Now, as someone hits the lights, and you see those honey sweet hands on your shoulders, you know you've begun a new life, as a servant for these four women.
You turn and kiss Sybil on her lips and she smiles, taking your hand and leading you into the hall to the kitchen.
Her place is fabulous. The kitchen is big enough for all four of you to come in and stand around while Eloise gets out some broccoli and dip for all of you to snack on. Meanwhile, Sybil stands before you and tells you to undress. You nod and suck in your breath, pulling off your shirt while she undoes your pants. An audible gasp is heard as Fiona takes your shirt. Margaret is the first to comment on the bulge in your boxers. You look down in time to see both of them pulling down your shorts to reveal your fiercely erect cock.
Eloise rushes over and puts her hand to her mouth.
Sybil takes a deep breath and nods. She's going to have to be the one to take your virginity. Eloise chews her lip and contemplates contesting that. Margaret supposes that maybe her pussy can take you. Eloise is the only one standing there quiet, her hand still covering her mouth as she continues to gaze at your manhood intensely.
Of course, Sybil turns to her and tugs her forward, asking her if she'd like to have you. Eloise fidgets, looking at them nervously; she's too tight for you, and besides, who brought the condoms?
Er, you did.
Fiona lifts up your pants and checks the pockets, finding a pair of regular sized Trojans. Horrifyingly enough, she bursts out laughing.
All eyes turn toward her, with brows furrowed menacingly. Fiona lifts the condom package up and says it's a regular size. That, she laughs, wouldn't even cover your balls. She points back at the cabinet under the sink. You might as well try those big hefty bags instead. You take a moment to get it, but the ladies suddenly burst out into a giggle fit.
Sybil finally shakes her head and says no trash bag is going to collect your seed. They willingly brought a male virgin into their group, so someone should be willing to accept your seed in their bodies. Eloise backs off, but Fiona and Margaret are all too quick to volunteer. Fiona shifts her weight on one hip and says her cousin married a Jamaican guy, their kids are so cute, but then Sybil steps forward, taking your hand. She takes you into the living room, and then half a flight up the stairs to the bedrooms. Inevitably you'll move in with them and share Sybil's master bedroom. Looking over her shoulder, she admonishes the ladies; as the Domme, it's her that you'll be fucking first, and after they've all had their one turn with you, your cock belongs to her pussy alone.
Eloise breathes deep and says she'll go out and get the right sized condoms; Sybil turns and says to forget about it. Margaret and Fiona, tagging along closely, concur wholeheartedly, with an almost irrational fervor. You point out that sex without protection is quite risky, and Sybil turns and grips your shoulders again, this time admonishingly. She reminds you sternly that you're their servant, and it's their choice to have you fuck them bareback, not yours. You nod. She kisses you and says to go lay on her bed.
You see her satin sheets and slowly lay down as Sybil leaves, ushering the rest of them out as well. You find yourself looking up at the ceiling. You recall the way Margaret bared her nipples for you in the store; the taste of her tongue delving in your mouth; and the way Sybil and Fiona sandwiched you so tightly between them. You imagine seeing their pussies hovering over you, dripping wet, eager to receive your services. What do their pussies look like? Does it smell okay? How will it taste?
Suddenly, your contemplations are interrupted when Sybil's face appears over yours. You realize she climbed right into bed over you without you even noticing she was coming. Her bare skin is glistening, and she smells of body wash.
Have you been daydreaming that long?
She feeds you a ranch dipped broccoli stick and her lips meet yours as you both bite it in half together. You smile as you watch her chew, then swallow. She kisses you again and tells you the other ladies are freshening up, then she pushes your hands to your sides and moves up further, straddling you. Your lips find her neck instinctively, and she shudders, keeping her hips lifted obviously so she doesn't instinctively impale herself on your aching cock. With your arms at your sides, you can only just lay there while she crawls up over you slowly, giving you a tour of her body as you lick and kiss your way down to her large breasts dangling above you. She tells you she's a double E cup, just like Margaret. She adds that Eloise is a B - no wonder she looks so thick! - and Fiona is a C. Then you silence her by licking between her still damp breasts, your tongue traveling over to lash her nipple. Sybil looks down at you as you lick her nipple, then suck it in firmly. She moans and shudders above you, her arms wobbling. But you want her to fall on you. So you suck harder and lick her nipple at the same time. Sybil collapses right onto you, but her weight doesn't smother you. You just nurse her breast relentlessly as she cries out; then, unexpectedly, she lurches up forward, quickly bringing her wet pussy over your face. Unceremoniously, she sits her thick labia right on your mouth and squirms wildly.
You open your lips to kiss her, but then her pussy drools into your mouth. Unblievable. You stop to discern what just happened, but then you realize her juices are quite thick. As she jerks up into a kneeling position and squeezes her breasts tightly, taking in a deep gulp of air as her orgasm catches her by surprise, you realize you made her squirt.
Your tongue eagerly ventures out to draw more from her. Looking up at her slightly pudgy abdomen, you moan deeply into her vagina, causing her stomach to spasm visibly. She spills more creamy nectar into your mouth while you watch her belly button, your lips sealed against her as you suck her hard. She grits her teeth and jerks, her pussy spurting its last load for you. Then she lets out an explosive sigh and sits back on her heels, resting, relaxing, planting herself fully on your lips. Even though she's mashed on your mouth, you can breathe easily; nevertheless, you endeavor to squirm further down, moving your nose under her pussy to breathe in the musky scent of her arousal. Her cum leaks on your nose and cheeks as her pussy relaxes, and instinctually she jerks her hips back in search of your tongue. Once settled back on your mouth, she swirls her hips slowly as you tease her hole and then probe her inner walls.
After catching her breath, she looks down with tired eyes and gasps that she wanted to take her time with you and introduce you to her body slowly, but her nipples are sensitive, and you set her off. She says she's sorry she came so wet. You respond by kissing her thick pussy lips and moaning your appreciation to her. She lifts herself up a bit and you tell her you loved drinking her cum and you'd like to get her off again.
She giggles and slides off of you, laying to the side of you to kiss your lips, her leg caressing your rock hard dripping organ as she tells you that she needs all the juices she can build up, for your cock. Just then, as your kisses grow longer and deeper, her tongue diving into your mouth to taste herself, Eloise and Margaret arrive, arms around each other's waists. Fiona is but a step behind.
Eloise is the first to notice your face is wet, and runs over to kiss you. Margaret kisses Sybil's hip, caressing her skin lightly, congratulating you jokingly on giving Sybil the world's fastest female orgasm, while Fiona comes over by you, asking bluntly if you'd like to taste her next.
Sybil quickly sits up and comes back over to straddle your legs, pounding on you like a jealous lioness guarding her cubs. Or her fresh kill. That doesn't deter Fiona even one bit; she crawls up on the bed with the athletic grace her toned legs suggest she's capable of, and in one swift move she's straddling your head. Neither Eloise nor Margaret move to stop her as she plants the dewy hairs of her fiery mound on your face and starts grinding slowly.
Staring up at her taut belly, all you can do is watch and enjoy as she fucks your face, bragging about being able to feel Sybil's cum still lubricating you. While Sybil is telling her to quit, Fiona is already given to thrusting and grinding on you, and you're quite happy to lick her pussy hairs in search of her slit, which you find quite easily. Her hairs get stuck in your teeth but you don't care; your tongue delves into her silky labia and flicks her clit.
Pent up needs have a way of exploding quickly.
Your tongue sets Fiona off; she cums hard, clenching your head tightly as she shudders, grinding hard on your face, smearing the scent of her Irish womanhood all over your skin to mingle with Sybil's aroma. You can taste her wetness surging as she starts to drip on your tongue - a delightful flavor indeed. Fiona gyrates and humps your face for a while, then shudders and collapses on her hands and knees while you gently lick her clean.
Sybil finally convinces her to take a seat by the bed. The redheaded Irish lass dismounts from your face and kisses you, thanking you. Then she pulls up a stool and sits. The other girls take the couch nearby, and then Sybil scoots up on you, until her pussy is rubbing against your aching cock. Standing it straight up, she tells everyone to notice how it almost reaches her belly button. She says your cock is a baby maker, it's made to plunge deep into the core of a woman and deliver gift right to the pit of her stomach. She circles her belly button and asks you if you're ready to give up your seed to her, and you say yes. She nods understandingly, and lifts her hips, spreading her pussy open with one hand while holding you in place with the other. She says for you to not try to hold back; as she pushes her silky nether lips down on your cock head, she says she wants to see and feel you cum.
Fiona pulls her stool up closer, her body tense with anticipation, as if she were about to jump up and join you on the bed. Eloise and Margaret are just staring at you two with open mouthed amazement.
The silence is deafening. Sybil bites her lip and lets out a whimper as your cock head pops inside her; her wetness and warmth envelop you slowly as she pushes down firmly, slowly stuffing your broad organ into her tight, protesting pussy. Her cum leaks down your flesh until your balls start getting wet. Finally, her fingers let go of you, her hands clenching into fists as she sits down more on her heels, planting you deep inside her, easing in one inch at a time until her bare pussy meets your pubic hairs.
Your cock is now sheathed in a universe of exotic pleasures you can't even hope to describe beyond that it feels like a wet, warm, silky fist grabbing you tightly. Her muscles clench in protest, then relax, then clench again, pumping your cock inside her.
She shudders and leans forward slowly; you reach out and take her hands, hoping that this will help you last longer.
A tear runs down her face as she whispers to you that it hurts, and that she needs you to cum for her now. Your tense muscles relax as your pleasure rapidly escalates. Fiona and the others lean forward to watch her with concern. Her butt clenches as her intense pain starts to mix with a swelling ecstasy. Her pussy, utterly stuffed by you, starts to spasm with impending release... milking and stroking you in the process.
Your breath has been coming in short, quiet gasps, but now your pleasure boils and overflows in your loins. The explosion begins in your balls and your breath catches in your throat as you shudder beneath her, squeezing her hands as a warning. All she has to do is say the word and you'll pull out.
But she doesn't. Even as your cum rises in your shaft for her, she stays seated on you, her pussy hugging you tightly in anticipation.
Eloise puts her hand to her mouth with concern as Sybil gnashes her teeth.
Unable to help yourself, you ram your hips up, bouncing, jamming yourself further into her depths. Sybil gasps and her eyes fly wide open as your eyes cross and your world blurs into darkness, your body suddenly coming under the fierce grip of a paralyzing orgasm. This is nothing like all those times you used to get yourself off and lay back and enjoy the raw pleasure and intensity of your climax. This time, it's as if your body has been set ablaze, but with ecstasy instead of fire. You can no more handle this much pleasure rippling through your body than you could handle the agony of immolation, and there's no escaping it now, as your body is reduced to a mere conduit, a pumping muscle, sending wave after wave of white-hot pleasure racing through your groin, out of you and into her. All she can do is gyrate in rhythm with your pulses as if your cum is scalding her insides.
Sybil's muscles pulse painfully tight around you as her searing pain reaches its peak and explodes into cataclysmic ecstasy and an orgasm that leaves her yelling incoherently at the top of her lungs. She lets go of your hands, and you blink a few times; the darkness clears just enough for you to see her leaning back and mashing her own breasts in her hands, then your world fades again as she suddenly bounces her hips up and down in your lap, practically jacking you off in her, making you shoot even harder. Your back archs even more; besides that, you can't move, think or even breathe.
It takes forever before the bright lights of the two lamps in the back of the room overwhelm the darkness you've been plunged into, and you find yourself looking right up into Sybil's face as she's brushing your hair back and kissing your lips tenderly, asking if you're alright. Although your cock is now sore, the aching in your balls is gone. You nod and kiss her back.
Margaret whistles admiringly as she congratulates Sybil on making you pass out.
You sigh and shake your head with embarrassment; it's then that Sybil lifts up off of you, reminding your body that you're still buried inside her. Her pussy is reluctant to let you go, especially since your spent organ is coming back to life so fast, but you finally leave her with a slick pop. Even so, by the time she turns around to see the mess you two have made, you're swelling up again. Her juices and yours have made a frothy mess of you, and you start contemplating the task of cleaning up.
Margaret and Eloise, strangely enough, takes care of that. They dive on the bed and go for your crotch right away, with Fiona right behind. As Sybil lays back next to you, massaging her pussy and sighing happily about how sore she is, kissing your lips and then telling you how happy she is to have your virginity and your seed in her, you watch Fiona's red hair obscuring all the action as her lips capture your cock head, while someone's licking your shaft and someone else's tongue is lashing your balls.
Sybil moans and curls up against you, her arm draped across your chest, while your toes curl from all the warm, wet mouths cleaning you up. For a moment, you sigh and relax in your Domme's lazy embrace as she compliments you on how your face smells like her and Fiona's pussy, then plants her lips firmly on yours. Her tongue swirls around in your mouth for a while, until Margaret suddenly raises her head and chimes that she finished first.
Sybil breaks the kiss just long enough to tell her that she can go next. Moving away from you, she gestures to your face, and her Maggie's black eyes light up. As the other ladies move out of the way, she starts to crawl up at you like an alligator rushing in for a surprise kill; but Sybil stops her with her hand, telling her since she lost control with you, it's okay now for the ladies to get a little excited. But the next time, they're going to take their time introducing you to their bodies. She then gives Margaret the go ahead, and she kisses her Domme, then grabs your shoulders and forcibly pulls you down the bed, warning you that her pussy is aching and this isn't going to be a gentle ride. Sybil sighs as Margaret pushes her breast in your mouth, making you suckle her dark, stiff nipples. Her chocolate body is very warm and smooth to the touch; her body is so much fun to hold onto and caress. She makes you suckle her other nipple, too, and then she moves up quickly, while you lick down her stomach and tickle her belly button. She pushes you down and straddles your head, again pinning your arms to your sides as she grabs the head board. The lights are just good enough that you can see her wispy pussy lips and thick, damp pubic hairs as she sits right on your face.
Margaret is a chubby woman, moreso than Sybil, but even as she's mashing herself down on your mouth, you can breathe easily. Your academic mind is rapidly debating whether that's just big bones in her or not, because her belly is pudgy but not hanging over you. Fuck that; save the analysis for later. You just ram your tongue in her pussy as she's grinding it on your face, and her hips become even more aggressive. She wasn't kidding about the rough ride; her pussy is sloppy wet, and you can hear Eloise bragging about how good Maggie ate her out just now. (Were you out THAT long?) That explains why her pussy is already squishing loudly across your face, smearing slick musky cum all over your chin, lips and nose.
Damn, that heady scent of horny pussy is driving you nuts. You push your nose into her slit and breathe deep. It's intoxicating. Now she's fucking your nose with her pussy and clit, jerking hard and moaning, her breasts flopping above you. Jesus, what a view. Look at her belly button... those huge breasts... those nipples, stiff like bullets.
*smack*
Someone's smacking her ass from behind, and also stroking your revived cock. No, wait, that's not a hand.. that's someone's pussy swallowing you deep! Oh wait, there's a tongue stroking your shaft... someone's sucking you, and deep.
Forget that! Your attention stays on looking at Margaret's magnificent body surging up and down over you, her pussy using your face to masturbate. Slurp, squish, slurp, squish. There's a rhythm to this that you're starting to like as much as the slick layer of cum she's soaking your face in. Your tongue is bathing in her wetness, licking her throbbing walls and teasing her hole, and it's telling you she's getting wetter. Momentarily you withdraw your tongue and cause her to fuck your face harder in search of satisfaction, and just as you expect, she gets even sloppier. She grunts ferally, exerting her hips, humping your face selfishly, as if she hadn't cum in a long time.
Technically, she hasn't... at least, not with a man. It's different when it's with a guy. Just ask Margaret.
Suddenly, you feel a surge of pleasure in your balls. Oh yeah, someone's sucking you, too. Your body stiffens as you groan into Margaret's dark chocolate pussy and your cock jerks violently, pumping. That nice, wet mouth unexpectedly slides down your pulsating shaft until your cock head reaches some resistance, then pops right into a whole new world of tightness and wetness. And damn, that tongue's stroking your balls now. You see Margaret's dark hole flex; you're forced to close your eyes as her wetness surges, and then she pulls herself down on your lips, just in time to spill a load of sticky wet womancum in your mouth. At the same time, your cum leaks out of you, as someone's loving throat swallows tightly around you, drinking what little you have that didn't get gulped down by Sybil's pussy. Margaret clenches your head tightly between her thighs as she trembles and cums in your mouth for quite a while, crying out and nearly banging her head on the headboard.
After a long, satisfying release, Margaret's body sags, relaxing as you dutifully lick her clean, swirling your tongue inside her, then all over her mound and clit, until you're confident you've licked the taste and scent of her off her own pussy. She sits on your face for a while longer, catching her breath, your nose breathing on her clit and her pussy continuing to drip in your mouth. Then she raises her hips and you bid farewell to her sweet pussy with an appreciative kiss.
As her thighs release your head, you hear things again; Eloise darts her head in and her jet black hair covers your faces, brushing the wetness from your eyelids. You open your eyes and look at her as she kisses you, smiling when she compliments you on how much you made Margaret scream for you. Oh, and damn, you sure smell like her cunt now. As Margaret stands up, Eloise backs off and gestures to you, proudly announcing how wet your face is now. Sybil raises an eyebrow and says maybe she ought to take her turn now that you're properly lubricated. Eloise bites her finger as she looks at you, then nods. Apologizing to you (for what?!), she jumps up and plants herself right on your lips.
Mmm. Bare pussy again. Oh well, it doesn't matter. You loved getting Fiona's hairs in your teeth, and Margaret's dampness was especially arousing. Sybil's cum tasted the best, but you wouldn't mind licking any of these ladies to orgasm again.
Eloise grabs your head and sits firmly on your mouth, encouraging you to lick her. Your tongue splits her tightly closed labia, then wiggles into her hole. She jerks and gasps, squirming. Eloise likes to sit still and let you do the work, and work you most certainly do. Your tongue swirls and wiggles in her, curls and thrusts, while your nose is buried in her clit. She's so short, too! Your hands are free this time, so you reach up and pinch her almond nipples.
Oops.
The ride ends right there when she clenches you hard between her muscular thighs and cums in your mouth.
Oh yeah, you forgot, Eloise is the real squirter here. Her pussy shoots out its sticky load right to the back of your mouth. There's a fine line between swallowing a squirt and choking on it. Tonight you're lucky. Next time you'll be more prepared.
She jerks and spurts again, grunting forcefully. The third squirt you can predict, though, because the last two times, you saw her belly tightened just before her juices surged. You let her thick, creamy juices pool in your mouth so you can savor the strange flavor of her, then drink it down and kiss her pussy, licking her and bringing her down gently.
Eloise giggles uncontrollably, relaxing her thighs as she holds her hand to her mouth with embarrassment. Fiona kisses her and you can hear her asking what happened. Eloise sheepishly admits she just came her brains out. Her nipples were on fire, her clit was on fire, everything was on fire, and then BOOM! Her pussy shot off between your sweet lips. Margaret rubs her crotch happily, telling her that you made her spill her juices, too. Sybil reappears, licking her lips - ah hah, so now you know who was sucking you! - and caresses Eloise's back, asking her if she's okay. Eloise nods, then eases herself up off of you. You can see her pussy hole still flexing. Damn.. that nice, dark pink hole leading into her pleasure-giving depths! It wants you!
While Eloise and Sybil kiss, Fiona eases herself over and before you know it, that fiery red bush is hovering over your mouth. You ask if you can suck her nipples, but Fiona shakes her head. She's close to cumming. Don't even bother moving, she says, it'll be over in a moment.
Sybil calls to her, but now she's seated, and her hips are moving, giving you a firm, wet facial massage. She thrusts fast, mercilessly, her damp hairs stroking your face as she rubs her clit on your nose. Damn, the nice smell of her damp pussy is driving you crazy. Your cock is sore and aching, and isn't likely to revive itself now.
Sure enough, the ride ends in a moment, as Fiona grips your head tight between her trembling thighs and seizes up, cumming on your face. You lick her pussy and help her cum better, and then she leans tiredly against the headboard for a moment, catching her breath, before Sybil tugs her and she eases off of you.
Bye, damp fiery red bush. What's next?
You lick your lips and start thanking them for letting you eat them out. Margaret smiles softly and kisses you, and Sybil says you're not done yet. Taking your hand, she tells Margaret to let you stand up. The ladies help you to your feet, and Sybil starts to caress your aching penis, while telling Margaret to lay on her back on the edge of the bed.
Margaret's eyes narrow as she smiles wickedly. She looks at you and climbs on the bed on her hands and knees, wiggling her hips and bragging about how she's going to work hard for your hot load. Damn, what a dance. Have you ever seen a woman bump and grind like that before? Her butt bounces back and forth rapidly, then jiggles and wiggles like she's already pumping violently on something in her.
Sybil whistles admiringly; then, she drops a bomb on everyone.
She tells you that with Margaret on her back, the bed should be of proper height for Eloise to lay on her back on top of her while you fuck her.
Eloise's eyes bulge with shock. Fiona snorts incredulously. Margaret screams, "SAY WHAT?!"
Sybil folds her arms, reminding everyone that she is the Domme here. Eloise will accept you inside her, and now that you've been properly drained, you won't spill so much when you cum in her.
Eloise bites her lip and says she hopes the mistress knows what she's doing; then, as Margaret sighs and lays back, Eloise climbs up on her, kisses her, then turns over on her back.
As Margaret's arms encircle Eloise, you can now appreciate the incredible contrast between Eloise's smooth, porcelain skin, and Margaret's dark, savage beauty. As Sybil instructed, you walk over and stand between Eloise's legs.
Sybil then tells you to place your cock on her pussy. Your balls rest on her bare mound as your limp cock lays across her warm belly. Margaret places her arms behind herself to prop herself up, while Eloise looks between her legs. Against her pussy, your penis is enormous. It looks like you'll cleave her in two with that. Her fingers slide across your smooth, veiny organ appreciatively, though, and she sighs. Maybe she can take you.
Like hell she can, you think; but your cock agrees with her. It stiffens for her. It hurts, but it swells anyway.
Fiona whistles. You're already up to her belly button. How in the hell can her body take that? That's got to be easily ten inches.
Sybil smacks your ass playfully, then comes around to lay her arm next to your penis. No. Eleven.
Eloise gulps and squirms, her pussy now leaking on your balls.
Your knees are bent, and you know this isn't the proper angle for sex. But you don't have to speak; Sybil is all knowing, and she sees your legs. Backing off for a moment, she pauses to think, then tells Margaret to get up and Eloise to get on her knees on the bed.
Fiona moans cautiously.
Eloise gulps, getting off of Margaret, who rolls off to the side next to Fiona. Then she gets back on the bed on her hands and knees, lowering her head into the satiny sheets submissively, her round butt raised high, spreading her pussy lips open with her delicate fingers.
Sybil tells you to go ahead. You step forward, and find the angle is perfect. Your cock-head touches her pink entrance, and you can now see even more clearly how small her pussy is. But Sybil smacks your ass again as you pause. Go into her, she says. Thrust in before you're completely erect, she advises.
You hear Eloise whimpering as she holds herself open for you, spreading her legs more. You see into her dark hole and see her pulsating muscles. Your cock head pushes into that hole, distorts, and pops in. Eloise gasps and stiffens.
Margaret's mouth falls open and Fiona shifts her weight on one hip, wide-eyed with surprise.
Sybil warns you to slide in slowly. Ease it in. She tells Eloise to relax and surrender herself to you, relax and let you in. She says yes, mistress, and pushes back slightly, stirring her hips a bit, rubbing your cock head against her pink, silky walls.
Her pussy indeed does relax, as you push more into her, then stop; she relaxes some more, and more of you disappears into her. The sopping wetness of her is making your cock swell to its maximum length all too quickly. She props herself up on her arms as she wiggles to take more of you in. Your shaft slides in ever so slowly, but now steadily, her pussy slurping around you, swallowing you whole. She cries out that you're really deep inside her now, and Sybil's now soft, sympathetic voice tells her that you're almost all the way in.
Then, as she squirms and clenches your shaft painfully, your hips meet her butt. You're trying to stay still and not hurt her. She gasps and then grits her teeth, and suddenly you can see waves of creamy juices spilling out of her, all over your shaft, lubricating you perfectly. Your balls are now soaked.
Eloise asks Sybil not to make you cum inside her, and Sybil reminds her that you're so drained that it won't matter. Eloise nods and sighs. Sybil tells her to work her hips slowly, let her pussy get used to you, then thrust faster. She wants you to stay in her until you cum. To Eloise she says to trust her, it won't be so bad.
Eloise lowers her head back into the sheets and squirms, easing you back out slowly, then gradually back into her silky depths. You're obsessed with watching her round ass pump back and forth; as long as you can keep your eyes off her puckered anus, it's all good.
Margaret comments to Fiona that you're going to nut like a sex starved sailor in her tight pussy. Sybil giggles dismissively; you gave one generous tribute to your mistress' pussy, and the rest went down her throat. All Eloise is going to get is the wild throbbing of your dick trying to pumping cum from its empty balls.
Fiona then turns to Sybil. Speaking of which, why isn't Sybil leaking cum? Sybil rubs her crotch proudly; she's too tight for it to escape. All that hot juice is going right where it belongs, into her womb for safe keeping. Margaret raises an eyebrow; is she planning on having a baby?
A baby? Sybil, one day pregnant with your child? Suddenly that soreness in your cock dwindles away.
Sybil looks to Fiona right then. She tells them that of course they know Fiona is their Domme when Sybil is away, and pretty much oversaw your entry into the club; she's ready to take over. Sybil turns to you and says she not only wanted your virginity, she wanted your legacy. You're going to cum in everyone this weekend, but after that, only her. You're going to keep planting your seed in her body until it hits home.
Eloise looks up. So that's why she's talking about stepping aside!
Hmmmmm. Well, at least no one's surprised by the stepping aside part. There's going to be plenty enough shock and confused discussions about why.
Fiona nodded, smiling. Everything will be alright. She'll see to it that everyone finds someone. When Fiona finds mister right, Maggie will take Fiona's place. It's all under control.
Your mind dwells on the thought of honey sweet Sybil's belly swelling with your child, and before you know it, your balls are tingling, and Eloise's hips are starting to move faster. Her pussy has now gotten used to you, and she's ready to stroke you to release.
Sybil notices the grinding of her butt against your hips, and congratulates her. She tells you to grab her hips and fuck her. Not hard, but steadily. Give her deep thrusts and let go when your body says to.
You nod, and seize her with your hands, plunging yourself in to the hilt, aiming your cock head at the core of her womanhood. Eloise grips the sheets and waits for your gift. Her muscles pulsate around you as you pump forcefully into her. She's tight, like a fist, even tighter than Sybil.
You warn everyone that you can feel a fresh load building in your nuts, and Eloise does an about face, saying you'd better not pull out. But, you protest, as your hips now slap hard against her, it feels like a fairly big load.
Margaret speaks up, promising to suck your baby juice out of her if you cum generously. Eloise, in her best ghetto impersonation voice, says that's what she's talking about, and that you'd better aim that cock at her womb and shoot as much sweet, hot cum as you gave her mistress.
Well, that did it. You don't even see it coming until suddenly you're ramming yourself in deep and yelling out her name. Your cock jerks and pumps fiercely, and you pitch forward and fall over her, still buried in her. You hold her body captive in your arms under you as you spurt forcefully into her pussy, jerking, crying out with her, sighing happily as you flood her with fresh, boiling hot sperm. It takes a while to stop cumming in her, but finally, it ends, and when you come to your senses, you can feel your cum clinging slickly to your shaft, and the sheets under you.
You hear Fiona behind you, whistling; even she can see the puddle on the bed. Eloise smiles sheepishly, brushing her hair from her face, wiggling against you. She brags that she was a little scared of your hot load blasting in her, but then, she guesses, she realized how good it would feel. Nothing that nice could be all that bad.
Sybil shakes her head and tells you that you need to pull out. You ease out of Eloise and stand up again. While Fiona and Sybil drop to their knees, gripping your hips with their hands and licking you clean, Margaret scoots under Eloise, laying on her back right in the messy wet spot, and pulls her lover onto her face, sucking her pussy for your cum.
By the time Sybil licks your shaft clean and Fiona finishes giving your balls a tongue bath, you turn to the side to see Eloise crying out. Maggie's hands squeeze Eloise's flexing butt as she gyrates and squirms, squirting her cum load and yours, into her loving mouth.
Sybil stops licking you to watch her cum, then sighs jealously, turning back to your cock; her hands squeeze your hips and in one thrust, she gulps you down to your base, licking your balls.
Fiona moans and gets up, announcing that it's time to go to her bedroom so you can squeeze one off inside her. Sybil pulls you out of her mouth, kisses your tip adoringly, then stands up, telling Fiona that she'll take care of her needs; it's Maggie's turn to be filled by your cock. Until then, the mistress says, she wants you to lay on the floor so she can enjoy your mouth while she works on Fiona.
Oh yeah, and the clock says it's 11:43 pm.
The weekend hasn't even begun yet.
