Warning! The sex described in this story is extremely casual. There are also a lot of incestuous encounters. If any of this bothers you, I advise you to read another story. If not, enjoy!
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Who-is-who: (returning characters)
Jamie, the protagonist of the story, has one younger sister Cindy, who is engaged to Jason.
Their parents are Cynthia and Mark.
Their neighbors are Simon and Caroline.
Casey, Erin and Malcolm have made the transfer from the “Just a cumrag”-series
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But, as it turned out, dad had overrated his ability to regenerate — especially with all the alcohol in his system — and so by the time we got home, it was clear that it was just going to be me and mom. Dad was simply too tired and too tipsy to be of any further use. Mom and I did hit the shower and we did fool around for a bit, but without an audience, and especially a nice, fat cock, it just wasn’t the same. After a while, mom lost interest and proposed to call it a night. Although I was still horny, I agreed. I figured a good night’s sleep would rid me of my lust, but I was wrong; it only made things worse.
In the morning, I woke up feeling disgustingly horny. I needed a good pumping and although I would have had no trouble finding a willing cock, for some reason, I didn’t want the feeling to go away. I wanted to feel horny and desperate. I wanted to feel like all I was good for, was to get guys off.
I didn’t bother with putting on any clothes and just headed down to the kitchen, where I found mom, reading and having a cup of coffee. Since dad had already left for work and Cindy had spent the night at Jason’s, it was just the two of us… again.
“Hey mom,” I said as I walked up to her. Her flimsy, unbuttoned sleeping gown revealed her black panties underneath.
“Morning honey,” she replied, so wrapped up in her reading that she barely looked up. As I bent down to give her a good morning kiss on her cheek, I noticed a big glob of still gooey cum between her tits. I assumed dad had shot it there before leaving for work.
“Hey mom, can I lick you?” I asked bluntly.
Mom grinned as she put down her coffee and started pulling her panties off, without lifting more than one butt cheek off her seat at a time.
“Knock yourself out, sweetie,” she whispered, opening her legs wide. I dropped to my knees and smiled as I noticed how wet she was. I bent forward and energetically began licking her whole twat, inside and out. After about thirty seconds, mom put her foot up on an adjacent chair, opening herself up even further. This gave me the chance to really stick my tongue up her twat, and make her squirm and moan.
While I was going down on her, I used one hand to wobble my own tits up and down, while squeezing one of mom’s. I loved it. And so did mom! I felt her gush several times during all the licking and eating I was doing. I don’t know exactly how long I was down there, but it was quite a while — I can tell you that much!
Then, suddenly, I heard Cindy’s voice calling out from the hallway.
“In the kitchen,” mom moaned.
“Oh, having an early start, are we?” Cindy giggled, as she entered the kitchen.
“Jason not with you?” mom moaned, trying to make small talk, as Cindy bent down to give her a kiss.
“There was no waking him up, after last night,” sis chuckled, quite proud of herself.
“Morning sis,” Cindy said as she squatted down and watched me lick mom’s twat from up close for a moment.
“Jeez,” Cindy whispered, amused, clearly impressed by the way I was working mom’s cunt.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into the little slut…” mom whispered, rubbing my head affectionately, “… but she’s driving me crazy!”
After squirming and moaning for another minute or so, mom — unable to take much more licking — suddenly jumped up, making room for Cindy, who was already taking off her shorts and panties. I glanced up at her as she sat down, wearing just a red halter top, a red bra, and white sneakers. As she assumed the same, lewd position as mom had been in, I could pick up where I had left off. It was just a different twat.
“Ooo, there’s cum in here!” I smiled, poking my head up, after the first lick.
“Anyone I know?” I whispered, as I knew it couldn’t be Jason.
“Marcus… something,” she whispered, “I didn’t catch his full name.”
“Who’s he?” I smiled as I gave her a soft lick.
“He lives next door from Jason,” she replied.
“Wait… the old dude?” I asked, more than a bit surprised.
“He’s not that old,” Cindy defended herself.
“Cin, he’s got three grandkids,” I chuckled.
“Fine, whatever… I bumped into him on my way out,” she whispered, suddenly a bit shy.
I giggled, then said, “All right, Marcus what’s-your-name, let’s see what your cum tastes like!”
“Jeez James,” sis moaned as I stuck my tongue up her wet pussy. I pleasured her for quite a while — I estimated I had been on my knees for about forty minutes by now — before eventually making her cum and squirt in my face.
“You okay? Do you want me to make you cum?” she whispered, completely out of breath.
“Uh no, thanks sis,” I replied, standing up, probably visibly horny.
“Simon hasn’t left for work yet, if you’d like,” she whispered, figuring I just needed some more humiliation.
“Hmmm, good idea,” I groaned, checking the clock. Curfew was over, so I didn’t have to put on any clothes. I walked straight out the back door, butt naked.
I walked over to his backdoor, knocked and waited, my arms crossed in front of me — not out of shame, but to fight the morning chill. About twenty seconds later, Simon opened the door, while putting on his vest, already completely dressed and about to leave for work. He looked me up and down.
“Hi Jamie, what uh… is there… what’s up?”
“I am feeling pretty nasty, Simon, and I was wondering…”
“Actually… I was on my way out,” he replied.
“Quick blowjob?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said, looking at his watch, playing hard to get.
“How about you just jack yourself off in my face, real quick?” I asked, sounding really desperate and cheap.
“Really, just like that?”
“Really… I just want your sperm in my face,” I blurted out.
“Well, how can I say no to that,” he replied, unzipping his pants and taking his half-hard cock out. I kneeled down on the cold, concrete ground and looked up at him, as he pumped his dick, hard and fast.
A few minutes later, Caroline walked out, heading off to work as well. She was wearing a taupe skirt and matching vest, with a white blouse underneath. She briefly glanced at me, then at Simon wanking his dick, as she closed the door behind her. Then, she gave him a peck on the cheek and whispered, “See you tonight, love.”
“Hey hon, how about a little help?” Simon asked, only half kidding. Caroline looked at his swollen, throbbing dick, then at my face and contemplated his request for a moment. Suddenly, she bent her head down and spat smack in the middle of my stupid face, right between my eyes. That apparently did it for Simon, as he pushed the tip of his cock against my forehead and began ejaculating, creating a small stream of watery cum running down my nose, cheek and chin.
“There you go,” Caroline grinned as she walked away, heading for her car, quite pleased with herself that she’d made him cum with such a simple, yet disgusting deed. Meanwhile Simon’s little cum river kept flowing down my slut face, dripping onto my tits and stomach. When his balls were empty, he wiped his cock off on my chin, and zipped up as he hurried back into the house, to gather his keys and wallet.
I got up, walked back to the house and entered the kitchen, trembling with lust and cold.
“What the hell is going on with you?” Cindy smiled, having seen the whole thing.
“Nothing,” I said, reaching for a kitchen towel to clean the spit and cum off my face.
“Jamie, you’ve eaten twat for almost an hour, offered your face up for target practice and you’ve let Caroline spit in your face… and that’s without you even touching a dick!
I shrugged my shoulders, not having a clear explanation.
That’s when mom came down, fully clothed — cell phone in hand — and said, “Let’s go Jamie, we’re on call.”
“What?” I asked, my face still not completely clean.
“Emergency initiation,” mom said, as she walked over to the breakfast table and poured herself another cup of coffee, “We leave in five minutes.”
Annoyed, I dragged myself upstairs and threw on the first outfit that I could find; a loose, cotton, red skirt, and a halter top, barely covering my belly button. I didn’t bother with panties as I was planning on diddling myself in the car. When I walked back into the kitchen, mom and Cindy looked me up and down, then smiled as they gave me a dirty look. I didn’t care. Mom finished her cup of coffee and walked out the back door.
“And where are we going at this inhumane early hour?” I asked as I followed her out.
“I told you, emergency initiation,” mom said as she got in the car.
“What does that even mean?” I asked as I sat down next to her, buckled up and then opened my legs as wide as possible, bringing my right hand to my wet twat.
“It means we’ve got new arrivals in town…” mom said, glancing down between my legs, “… probably politically endorsed, because they’re not playing by the rules!”
“They?” I asked, as I slipped two fingers up my loose twat and started fingering, just like that.
“One male, two females… mom, son and aunt,” mom elaborated, “and they’re already sexually active.”
“Then this shouldn’t take long,” I grunted, fingering the shit out my twat, really pumping away.
“Maybe so,” mom replied, glancing down at my fingers, “But it should be interesting nonetheless.”
“Why’s that?” I moaned.
“Read the profile,” mom said, signaling at her phone, as she drove off.
“In a minute,” I groaned loudly as I tilted my head back and continued fingering myself frantically, working myself to an orgasm.
Nearly two minutes later, I began gushing around my pumping fingers, squirting my juices against the dashboard, my seat and onto the floor — soaking my skirt in the process. I trashed and squealed for well over a minute. When my climax was over, I used my left — clean — hand to grab mom’s phone and swiped it to unlock. The profile mom was referring to, was still open.
“Let’s see, Malcolm Walker, 24…” I began reading out loud, my two fingers still up my twat, “… no psychological report, no bank records, just a brief medical assessment… looks like he took a short-cut, all right.”
“Blood work revealed dangerously high levels of enhanced Viagra and… sperm supplements,” I continued reading, moving my fingers in and out of my fuck hole again.
“That boy is a walking sperm bank,” mom whispered, glancing over at me.
“Mother Casey and aunt Erin… hmmm, easy on the eyes,” I said, scanning their profile page, as I put my feet up on the dashboard and increased my rate of fingering.
“The bus driver requested an immediate intervention,” mom said, her eyes still on me, “That’s all I know.”
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, feeling another climax setting in, as I quickly threw mom’s phone in her lap and started drilling myself even harder and faster. I looked down and watched my twat gush over and over again, soiling the dashboard, the seat and the floor some more.
Realizing intelligent conversation was no longer possible in my current state, mom quickly pulled over, put the car in park and simply looked at me, doing my thing.
“Mmmm, that’s it, you little bitch!” she smiled, knowing exactly what to say. I came even harder and squealed like a pig, drilling myself through a wonderful climax.
When I was done and put my feet back down, mom reached down between my legs, touching my sensitive twat. I gasped and arched my back as she softly caressed me down there for about twenty seconds. As mom redrew her hand and drove off again, I put my feet down and pulled my skirt — which was completely soaked — back into place.
When we arrived at the hangar, about six minutes later, Murray, one of the regular bus drivers, came up to us. He looked nervous and clearly needed someone to talk to. As he approached, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His dark blue uniform was covered in dried up sperm; his trousers, the front of his jacket, his sleeves, there was even cum on his black shoes!
“Murray, what the hell happened to you?” mom smiled.
“That guy…” he said, agitated.
“What guy?”
“In my bus, the one I had to pick up…”
“Is there a problem?” mom asked.
“I’ve never seen a guy pump out that much cum! You should see the inside of my bus, it looks like I drove it through a fucking blizzard with the windows open!”
“So, that’s all his?” I asked, signaling at the cum on his uniform.
“Well, some of it is mine,” he admitted, visibly uncomfortable, “But most of it is his, yes!”
“Wait, so you’re telling me that this guy blew his load all over your bus… and you… while his mom and aunt were on the bus with him?” mom asked.
“Yeah! And it’s not like he neglected them, if you know what I mean,” Murray replied, glancing down at my drenched skirt. That’s when I realized that I probably smelled like cunt.
“He fucked those two sluts, all day and all night long. And whenever he didn’t have his dick in one of their holes, he was jacking off and shooting his sperm somewhere. I am telling you, the only time this kids’ dick is flaccid is when he’s eating or sleeping… and it doesn’t look like he needs much sleep.
This guy sounded like a dream come true. God, I could feel myself getting wet again.
“Just so you know, I am not cleaning the inside of hat bus!” Murray said, as he turned to leave.
“Relax,” mom smiled, softly putting her hand on his shoulder, “Do you want a blowjob?”
“I don’t think I’ve got anything left to give, hon,” Murray mumbled as he walked away.
“All right then,” mom shrugged her shoulders, “Suit yourself!”
A little apprehensive, mom and I walked up to the open door of the bus. As I got in first and mounted the bus stairs, I was greeted by the strong smell of raunchy sex and sperm. When I passed by the driver’s seat, I noticed dried-up cum everywhere; the steering wheel, the dashboard, the floor, even on the windshield. When I turned and headed down the narrow bus aisle, I stepped over a light green bra and a pair of black panties. Two rows further down, on my left, there was a black skirt, wrinkled up on one of the seats. Both the skirt and the seat were drenched in cum.
Another three rows down, I saw a woman, passed out on her back, butt naked with several loads of cum all over her tits, stomach, shoulders, face, hair… she was a fucking mess! I could feel my cunt starting to drool. As I looked back, I noticed mom was also having a hard time believing what she was seeing. I couldn’t say for sure if she was horny or not, but considering she was as big of a slut as I was, I reckoned so.
As we headed further down the aisle, things only got worse. More clothes scattered everywhere, big fat strands of cum on nearly every seat, on the floor, on the armrests. Even some of the windows had cum on them.
“Some quality product, those supplements,” I whispered, impressed by what I was seeing.
“Mmmmm,” mom murmured, probably in awe as well.
“How long did this bus ride take?” I whispered.
“Uh, about four days, I guess,” mom replied, “Jeez, look at this!”
As I turned around, I saw her looking at a small tv screen, hanging above the back stairs of the bus. It had a large, fat spurt of cum shot across it. As we both gawked at it, trying to figure how he could have shot it up there, mom cupped her right tit and rubbed her thumb over her erect nipple.
Then, suddenly, a soft, yet manly grunt caught our attention. As I turned and moved towards the back row, I also started hearing sucking sounds and heavy breathing. My pussy was soaking wet by now, my nipples swollen and sensitive. I was in heat, there was no other way to describe it.
There, in the back row, on the right side of the bus, I saw him for the first time: Malcolm. He noticed me, but didn’t react. Instead, his right hand just kept guiding his mother’s head up and down his fully erect cock. The drops of sweat on her skin and her rosy red cheeks indicated that she’d been at it for quite a while. Her shoulders, arms and face all were covered in strands and drops of dried up cum. From the looks of things, he had also shot a load or two in her hair.
“Are you the welcoming committee?” he asked.
I nodded, softly whispering, “Yes.”
“Be right with you,” he grunted, looking down at his mom’s head bobbing up and down his shaft. I wasn’t easily impressed by a man, no matter how good looking he was, but this guy had something animalistic about him. Raw lust and testosterone seemed to ooze from every pore of his body. When he suddenly pulled his fat dick out of his mom’s mouth and started ejaculating onto her already cum-drenched hair, I slid my right hand into my skirt, quickly finding my clit.
Although his climax was over soon enough, his mother’s task apparently wasn’t, as he stuffed his still hard cock back in her slut mouth. As she began sliding her mouth back up and down his dick again — ignoring her own fatigue — I began fingering my silly, little twat right in front of him.
Mom briefly touched my shoulder, letting me know that she was turning back. I figured she could probably guess where this was heading and didn’t want to be the fifth wheel. When, about ten seconds later, Malcolm pulled his dick out his mom’s mouth again and glanced up at me, I couldn’t help but lick my lips — and thereby letting him know that I was easy as homemade pie. Getting the message, he roughly pushed his mom aside and got up from his seat.
Since he’d been fucking a mouth for a while now, I assumed he’d want something different. I pulled my skirt down to my knees and turned around, facing the front of the bus. As I leaned forward and put my hands on two armrests on either side of the aisle, I submissively hung my head down — waiting impatiently for him to have his way with me.
I was so horny and eager, that, as soon as he slid his fat tip in, my hungry cunt sucked in the rest of his dong. God, he felt good inside of me. As he started pumping me hard and fast, I poked my head up and noticed that mom, in the meantime, had made her way over to Erin, Malcolm’s aunt. After helping her sit up, she was now offering her a bottle of water, as the poor thing did look severely dehydrated.
Then, about thirty seconds later, Malcolm suddenly pulled out and pressed his dick against my ass crack. Startled, but not alarmed, I glanced back for a moment. He went back and forth, briefly touching my cunt and my asshole a few times, trying to illicit a reaction from me. When none came, he realized that I was going to let him put it anywhere, and decided on my twat. He slid it back in and started fucking me, properly this time.
The next time I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see mom on her knees on the filthy bus floor, with her head in between Erin’s legs, eagerly licking her sodden twat — while squeezing her own tits. Malcolm had seen it too. Intrigued, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and softly yanked my head back, whispering, “Is that your mom?”
“Uhuh,” I confirmed his guess.
“I would love to fuck her ass! Is she as easy as you are?” he asked. I couldn’t believe it. I had thrown myself at him. I had let him mount me, and all he could think about was ramming his hard dick into mom’s ass — coincidentally the only woman in the bus he hadn’t done yet.
“Just go over there, lift her skirt and shove it in, she won’t mind!” I said.
“I love this place already!” he said, pulling out and wriggled past me, walking over to mom. He kneeled down behind her, slowly lifted her skirt, and after folding it back onto her lower back, pulled her panties down. As expected, mom didn’t even look up. He eagerly stuffed his hard dick up her ass, and began fucking her, slowly.
As I walked up to the three of them, Malcolm grinned up at me, and whispered, “The bitch didn’t even flinch!”
“Told ya,” I replied, watching him drive his pole into mom’s ass over and over again. When he ogled my cunt a few seconds later, I slipped my index finger in, and started playing with myself, just for his amusement.
With all those wet and eager holes to look at, touch and fuck, it should come as no surprise that he exploded violently, barely a minute later. Even as he was dumping his load into her ass, mom kept eating twat, unperturbed, barely acknowledging him.
“Shit!” Malcolm groaned, satisfied, as he pulled his dick out of mom, slapped her ass insolently and slumped down on a nearby seat, catching his breath. While I waited for him to recuperate, I glanced down at mom — enthusiastically pleasuring Erin — as sperm dripped out of her ass.
“Can you show me where I am staying?” Malcolm asked, a few minutes later, as he got up.
Slightly distracted by his still half-hard cock dangling between his legs, I replied, “Uh, sure!”
After putting our clothes back on and getting off the bus, I showed him to the restrooms in the back of the hangar, where we both took a few minutes to freshen up. Then, I guided him to the nearest bus stop. During the seven minute walk, while we chitchatted, I noticed him ogling my rack, a lot.
“So, it’s okay if I do this, right?” he asked, squeezing one of my boobs.
“It is,” I smiled.
“And this?” he asked, as he reached under my skirt and rubbed my pussy.
I gasped and whispered, “That’s okay.”
Needless to say that we were both horny as fuck, again, by the time we arrived at the bus stop.
While I explained curfew to him, and told him all about the upcoming wedding — now in less than a week — he continued groping my tits and touching me wherever he wanted. And while he told me all about how things had gotten started with his mom, and his aunt, I rubbed his fat cock through his pants, making sure he’d stay hard and horny.
“What about your dad?” I asked, as I noticed a woman, in her fifties, approaching.
“We left and never looked back.”
“So… your mom chose you over your dad?” I whispered, my hand still on his crotch.
“I guess,” he replied, not realizing what a fucking turn-on that was.
“Hang out your cock,” I whispered, as the older woman sat down on the bench, right next to us, catching Malcolm’s attention.
“Hi, I am Malcolm,” he whispered, smiling at her, as he unzipped his pants and hung his dick out.
“Christina,” the woman replied, as I squatted down and started tugging on his fat dick.
“Girlfriend?” she asked, glancing at me.
“Uh no… she… uh… I… we’re not… I mean…” he stammered.
“No, I am just a random slut,” I smiled, glancing up at her.
“That’s a pretty impressive cock you’ve got there,” she whispered, smiling down at it.
“You wanna touch it?” he asked, as he turned and pointed it straight at her.
“No, your little slut seems to be doing just fine,” she smiled, acting uninterested. Not wanting to force the issue, Malcolm turned back towards me and let me continue jacking him off.
It took him a while to work up the courage to reach out and touch Christina’s tits.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” Malcolm whispered, blatantly staring at her rack now.
“My boss has a strict ‘no underwear’ rule,” she smiled.
“Can I see your tits?” he panted.
“I don’t see why not,” she whispered, as she began unbuttoning her blouse.
“Oh fuck,” Malcolm exclaimed as he couldn’t believe how casual she was about it. He wrapped his right hand around his dick — pushing mine out of the way — and turned towards her. Barely a second later, he arched his back and shot a big ribbon of goo onto her skirt and jacket.
“Oh my!” Christina whispered, feigning shock, as she stopped unbuttoning her blouse — her tits were only half exposed — and glanced down at her clothes getting spunked. She didn’t even pretend to mind and made no effort to move out of his line of fire. Malcolm stroked and stroked, eagerly flinging more of his cum onto her — aiming in particular for her cleavage.
When he was done, he turned towards me and pushed his flaccid dick into my slutty mouth. While I dutifully sucked his cock clean, Christina resumed unbuttoning her blouse, showing us her fat, saggy tits.
“So, you never wear a bra?” Malcolm asked, gawking at her rack.
“Just around the house, for my husband,” Christina smirked.
“Is that… his choice, or yours?” Malcolm asked, reaching out and cupping her left tit.
“Mine,” she replied, edging him on, realizing that that was what he wanted to hear.
“I’d like to stick my cock in your mouth,” Malcolm blurted out, realizing there was little or nothing this old slut wouldn’t do, just for kicks. True enough, Christina leaned forward and simply opened her mouth.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he whispered, quickly pulling his dick out of my mouth and, after taking a tiny step in her direction, stuffing it into hers. She giggled at his eagerness and just kept her mouth still as he moved his, still small cock, around in her mouth.
To her surprise — not so much mine — Malcolm’s cock started getting hard again, after only a few minutes of playing around in her mouth. Realizing I had nothing to do anymore, I got up from my knees and just watched him thrusting his half-hard cock in and out of the old hag’s mouth.
“I bet you don’t do this for your husband,” Malcolm groaned.
“Fuck no,” Christina whispered around his cock, “I don’t suck his cock!”
There was no way of knowing if she was speaking the truth or simply telling him what he wanted to hear, but for Malcolm, who was horny as fuck again, that didn’t matter. His dick just kept growing bigger and fatter, and he just kept fucking her mouth, harder and faster, for minutes on end.
When he eventually reached his climax, he groaned briefly and just dumped everything he had to give down her throat. There was no warning, no asking for permission… nothing. Just your basic pump and dump!
“Thanks, that was amazing,” he groaned.
“Glad I could help,” she chuckled as she wiped her lips. While Malcolm was stuffing his cock back in his pants, the bus turned the corner and pulled up to the stop. Christina quickly covered her tits back up, and used a couple of tissues to wipe off the most obvious and disgusting cum stains, not bothering with the smaller ones.
Once on the bus, we went our separate ways again, as if nothing had happened. Christina sat down on the first seat she could find, while Malcolm and I moved further to the back. Already looking for his next thrill, he didn’t even look at her anymore. The old hag had served her purpose — twice — and was already little more than a pleasant memory; one soon to be replaced by the next.
“Your turn,” Malcolm whispered in my ear.
“My turn for what?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder.
“To take a cock,” he replied as he began looking around the bus for a candidate.
“Him,” he said, signaling towards the back row of the bus, where a ripped, black man was sitting, staring at his phone and wanking his fat, black cock. I swallowed and felt my cunt contract as I looked at my mark.
I slowly walked over to him, squeezing my tits, just for the fun of it. He didn’t notice me until I was standing right in front of him. As he looked up somewhat startled, I pulled up my skirt with both hands and straddled him, just like that. Pleasantly surprised, he put his phone down and groaned rather loud as I slid down all the way, taking his cock to the root.
I knew men, and I knew I was going to be there a while. This guy was horny as fuck, and had no intention of cumming any time soon, which was just fine by me. I was in dire need of a harsh, callous shafting. While I was bouncing up and down his fat cock, he took off my top and threw it on the floor.
About five seconds later, he reached out with his left hand towards a young woman sitting on the seat in front of him. To my surprise, he nudged the back of her head. Not too rough, but hard enough to annoy her. She ignored it the first time, and the second time, but after the third nudge, she turned to look at us.
As I was fucking a fat, black cock — and loving every second of it — I didn’t really have time to look at her face. Therefore, I couldn’t tell if she was angry or not. However, considering the fact that she grabbed one of my tits and started wobbling it up and down, gently, I’d say she wasn’t too bothered by his insolence.
After letting her play with my tit for a short while, my suitor started leaning into me, putting both hands in my lower back for support, and lowering my head until it was right next to the young woman. We both knew what he wanted, and after a brief moment of mutual hesitation, we put our lips together and started kissing. His dick instantly grew another inch, and started hitting my cervix with every thrust.
Several minutes of intense kissing later, the woman suddenly lowered her head towards my tit, squeezing and sucking on it with a lot of zeal. This really seemed to turn him on, and he fucked me even harder and faster. I came… hard, and whined like a little bitch. God, his huge cock felt good so deep inside of me!
When my climax was over, the young woman stopped sucking on my tit and looked up at my suitor.
“Put it in her ass,” she whispered, clearly excited by the idea. My black lover was only too happy to oblige. Without delay, he pulled his fat cock out of my battered twat, and put it against my back entrance. He pushed, and I gasped. The woman leaned in for a closer look, smiling wickedly when she saw that his massive dick was stretching my slutty ass.
“Oh fuck yeah,” she whispered, as she slid her hand down to my twat and started rubbing my clit. I moaned and convulsed wildly, still sensitive from the orgasm I had just experienced. As if all that wasn’t enough to drive me insane, my female lover put her mouth back on my tit and started sucking on my nipple again, rather indelicately.
Moments before I was about to have another massive orgasm, my black suitor moaned loudly and shot his cum up my ass. Although there was no reason for the young woman to stop stimulating me, she did anyway. She must have known how close I was… the little bitch! As soon as he was done with me, I dismounted my target, put my top back on, and rearranged my skirt as I strolled back over to Malcolm, feeling quite frustrated.
Realizing I needed some time to get over my disappointment — and my frustration — Malcolm remained silent for the rest of the bus ride, which took about eight more minutes. Luckily, there was plenty for him to see. On our left, a woman in her early thirties had taken her tits out, and was letting everyone see, and touch them. More towards the front of the bus, a young guy was getting a handjob from his girlfriend, while her — I assumed — mother was looking on. And, behind us, two men in business suits were stroking their cocks, next to a seated woman. She was glancing out the window, pretending not to notice.
“Your stop is up next,” I said to Malcolm as I glanced out the nearest window.
As we got off the bus, I pointed towards a house at the end of the street and said, “That’s you, right there.”
“You wanna come in for a minute? I need to get rid of another load,” he said, shamelessly.
“Sure,” I said, “What’d you have in mind?”
“Facial?” he blurted out.
“Why not? I could go for a nice, juicy load right between the eyes,” I replied.
I grabbed the key to the front door from under a flower pot — the standard hiding place for these situations — and opened the door.
“So, where do you want me?” I asked, as I handed him the key and walked in behind him.
“Hang on, give me a sec,” he said as he began exploring his new house, looking for an appropriate spot to blow his load in my face. I followed him around, for a few minutes, until we reached the garage. There, against the far wall, was a wooden hatch in the floor, which peeked his interest.
He walked up to it, opened it — which took quite some effort — and stared into the darkness below for a moment.
Then, with a huge grin on his face, he turned towards me and said, “This will do fine.”
I felt my cunt contract. God, this guy was perfect. Always hard, nasty, disrespectful and full of nasty ideas.
I walked over to him, sat down on the edge of the hatch and carefully lowered myself down, into this dark, musty abyss. Meanwhile, Malcolm got on his knees next to the hole, facing me and whipped out his hard cock. With the crawl space being only half a meter high, I had to squat down a little bit to bring my slut face level with his crotch.
I gasped and chuckled as he exploded, after barely forty seconds of stroking his dick. Without as much as a grunt, he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled my face closer and started shooting thick, warm cum all over my nose, cheeks, chin and forehead. I guess he really liked the location…
He was kind enough to help me out of the hole and hand me some nearby rags, to wipe off his cum. While he explored the rest of the house, I waited for him in the living room, twiddling with my phone. When he was done with his tour, he joined me on the couch and we talked for about an hour or so.
When it was time for me to go home, I called dad to come and pick me up. I could have called mom, or I could have easily made my way back on my own — it was only a ten minute walk after all — but inconveniencing dad and making him do pointless things, always made me a little wet. When he told me that he was in the middle of something important at work, and that he was going to need at least twenty minutes to get there, I gasped and stuffed two fingers up my twat.
Malcolm smiled and grabbed his limp dick. We masturbated in front of one another for quite a while, moaning and panting without any reservation or shyness. When his cock was back at full strength, I leaned down in his lap and started sucking it. He reached down between my legs, pushed my hand away, and replaced my fingers with his own.
After pleasuring each other like that for another couple of minutes, he gently pulled his fingers out of my soaking wet twat and blatantly asked, “How about another facial?”
“Okay,” I replied, as I slid off the couch, “But I want my dad to see me take it.”
Taking his wide grin as an approval, I began bobbing my head wildly up and down his pole, giving him a marvelous, sloppy blowjob. I made sure not to overdo it, as I didn’t want him cumming too soon.
Then, suddenly, there was a knock at the door, followed by my dad’s voice.
“Jamie?”
“Show time,” I whispered, as I looked up at Malcolm. We got up and walked over to the front door, where I got back on my knees, and swallowed his dick again. He looked into my eyes and waited for my say-so. When I slowly closed my eyes and opened them again, he reached out and opened the front door.
Seeing the shocked look on dad’s face instantly made my cunt quiver.
“Hang on dad, I am almost done,” I said, taking Malcolm’s cock out of my mouth, just long enough to say that.
Malcolm and dad gawked at each other, as neither of them could believe what I was doing.
“Hi…” Malcolm said, a bit uncomfortable.
“Uh, yeah… hi,” dad said, having trouble taking his eyes off me.
Barely a few moments later, Malcolm started groaning and shuddering. I knew it was time. I took his cock out of my mouth and started pumping it with my right hand, hard and fast. Moments later, he began ejaculating all over my stupid face, again. With my free hand, I reached out to lower dad’s zipper. I pulled his massive dick out and stroked it, slowly and delicately, as I let Malcolm defile me to his heart’s content.
Needless to say, that by the time he was done, my face was a fucking mess, and dad was hard as an iron bar.
“So, can we do this again some time?” Malcolm asked, wiping his tip on my forehead.
“How about the day after tomorrow?” I asked as I got up, letting go of dad’s throbbing cock,”My aunt is coming to town for the wedding, and we’re throwing a little family BBQ. You can be my date, if you’d like.”
“Will there be fucking?” he asked, “I’d love to take your mom for another spin.”
“Yes,” I giggled, amused.
“In that case, I’d be delighted,” Malcolm replied.
“Let me give you my number,” I said as I began scooping his cum out of my eye sockets — trying to restore at least partial vision.
Realizing he was not going to get any more action, dad turned and left, heading for the car, his painfully hard cock leading the way. After adding me to his contacts, Malcolm gave my right tit a little squeeze and boorishly slapped my ass. Realizing that this was his way of dismissing me, I scurried out of the house and got in the passenger’s seat, next to dad.
“You’ve got no intention of finishing me off, do you?” he groaned, still frustrated and horny.
“Nope,” I admitted, as I glanced down at his extremely hard cock.
“Fucking bitch,” he whispered, as he started the car and drove off.
“Looks painful,” I grinned as I reached out and ever so gently touched his swollen tip, with a single fingertip.
“Oh, you fucking whore!” he groaned as his poor dick veered up, desperately aching to be touched some more.
We both knew that he only had to ask, or tell me what to do, and I’d do it!
But he didn’t… so I didn’t either!