Author’s note: This is a fictional story that includes sexual themes. The sexual descriptions in this story take place between adult characters aged 18 or older.
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I had only worked at Brothers American Gas for about three months before my co-worker Helen started really opening up to me. She and I shared a small, single-window office that faced the side of the property; the two of us were the entirety of the Brothers customer service department.
“I could really use a good fuck go get me out of this Monday funk, how about you?” Helen popped her head up from behind the monitor, her greying-blonde hair crowning a sly grin and a pair of mischievous blue-grey eyes under heavy eyeliner. I smiled back, trying to hide my slight blush at the sudden remark (although the remark certainly wasn’t out of character for her, especially lately).
“You have no idea.” I avoided eye contact, thinking about William back at home. I haven’t yet broached the subject of my boyfriend, if you could call him that. We got closer after the first two times we fucked. We still fuck, and he gets me off one way or another, but I’m still not getting the satisfaction I need. After graduation, we both moved into a small rental one town over. He goes to school online and works part-time from home, while I’m stuck looking at propane orders and, thanks to Helen, fantasizing about getting pounded.
Lance, our new inventory lead popped his head sideways through the doorway before walking the rest of his body into the frame. He was a tall man probably in his late twenties, always joking around, slightly doughy in the middle, but kept it together well enough that he looked fairly slim when he bothered to dress a little nicer than usual. I lost several pounds after graduating and found myself starting to pay a little more attention to others’ bodies as a result.
“Afternoon, ma’am. Afternoon, ma’am. Some scan forms for the both of you.” He sauntered into the room, tipped his imaginary cowboy hat, and flopped the short stack of papers on Helen’s desk before sauntering backwards out the door again. Naturally, Helen and I both humored the poor guy with a, “Thank you kindly,” but we were both preoccupied with something a lot more intriguing than his cheesy western affect.
“Oh my God, Julia, did you see his dick?” Helen whispered loudly before tip-toeing over to gently close and lock the office door. “He was side-piping like I’ve never seen, and I don’t even think he was hard!” I nodded, the image of his thick cock pressed between his thigh and his form-fitting khakis still fresh in my mind. “Ooh, I bet he’s uncircumcised, don’t you bet? Maybe we could convince a guy to take a peek for us at the urinal, huh?” She let out a youthful yet devilish giggle, fanning herself for effect.
“How can you even tell? It’s not like he took it out; he wasn’t even in the room for more than a minute.”
“Oh honey, believe me, when a circumcised guy is side-piping, you’ll know. The ridge of his glans shows through and it’s practically a dick billboard.” She leaned back in her chair and let out a soft, slightly quivering sigh, seemingly lost in fantasy for a moment.
“I don’t know,” I paused, suddenly embarrassed about William, although not sure why, “My boyfriend is cut and I’ve never seen anything like that before.” Helen perked back up at the mention, leaned in with a mischievous grin, resting her elbows on the desk.
“Boyfriend? You’ve never said a word about having a boyfriend; how long has this been going on?” I blush hard, but dish most of the story behind William and me, the time we fucked at the school and how I came on his chest. I didn’t mention my issues with his little prick or the day Greg came over and I fucked them both. Still, she had a proud look about her, as if she knew something about me that I didn’t.
“Well, color me surprised, Julie. Here I was thinking I’d have to get you together with little Scotty!” Scott was Helen’s son, who just turned 18 almost two weeks ago. I’ve never met him, but sometimes he drives his mom to work and back, and I’ve caught a glimpse through the window. He’s pale, almost pinkish-white with ragged, wavy near-black hair.
“Already trying to stick him with some poor girl, huh?” I smirk and she matches my expression, blushing herself for the first time since I started working there.
“Actually, lately I’ve been keeping him for myself.” She notices my look of confused intrigue, and leans in a little closer, lowering her voice. “I know I should feel horrible about this, but…I had sex with Scotty, and it was fantastic.”
“Oh…wow, uh…when did all this happen?” I was stunned, but intensely curious about the taboo of it all.
“Well, it’s a little complicated, but we’ve actually done it four times now. Now I know what you’re thinking, but hear me out! I haven’t been taken care of in that way since before his father passed away. He wanted Scott to look like him down there, you know, but I insisted that we leave our son intact, at least until he was old enough to make that decision for himself.” She paused to fan her face a bit and compose herself. “Well…long story short, I caught a glimpse of him drying off after a shower Monday night, saw all that luscious skin drooping off the end of his tool…it almost looked a little goofy, but my curiosity got the better of me, and I guess you could say the rest is history.”
My jaw had dropped as she dished her story, turning into a slight grin once it clicked in my mind what she was saying.
“Wait, so are you saying you fucked your son four times in two days? And this was all because of his foreskin? What…h-how good was it?”
“Oh my God, Julie, it was unbelievable. It was like…having sex for the first time, only better. I don’t think I could explain it without showing you firsthand.” As she spoke I saw little Scott pull into a parking spot outside and give his signature little double-beep of the horn to let Helen know he was ready and waiting. She spun around in her chair to give Scott an enthusiastic wave through the window before spinning back to face me.
“So, what do you say? Forget about the bus; how about I let Scotty give you a ride home?” She winked at me, as if she already knew how much her sparse story turned me on. I made a show of reluctantly agreeing, and before long the three of us were off.
*****
Helen was obscenely open about her antics with Scott on the drive home, and I noticed Scott blushing bright red nearly the entire trip. Before Scott pulled into the driveway I warned them both that William would be home already, and Helen simply smirked, cradling her chin between her thumb and forefinger as if deep in thought.
As soon as the front door closed, Helen gently ordered her son to strip down, right in the center of my living room.
“Where’s your man?” She asked with her hands on her hips with a faux ‘girl power’ attitude as her now shirtless son struggled to untie the knots in his shoes. “I wanna do a little comparison; show you what this is all about if you catch my drift.” I kicked off my own shoes and without a word, bounced down the hallway to fetch William.
I was already giddy with excitement, thinking back on the last time we had a guest of this kind and hoping to maybe have a regular playmate of sorts. By the time William and I had rounded the corner back into the living room Scott was standing fully nude next to his mother. He was every bit as pale as William, a tad shorter and slightly more toned in the abdomen. They could almost pass for brothers aside from their hair and, of course, the wrinkled pucker of foreskin at the end of Scott’s member.
“Ah! Now here’s the man I’ve heard so little about! I was planning on having you strip down next to little Scotty here, what do you think about that?” William snapped his gaze away from Scott’s package and blushed, scratching the back of his head and shooting a bashful glance in my direction.
“Heh, well I don’t really do much thinking; I usually just do what Julia says.”
“Wow, smart man! Sounds like you’ve snagged yourself a good one, Julia.” William looked at me again and I gave him an affirmative nod to dress down. Scott stood in place, tugging downward at the underside of his foreskin as if it were a nervous habit. The act caused his modest member to grow to a moderate size; not yet erect but the little button pucker of a penis had grown into a true hanging dick. His foreskin hugged the form of the glans and the underside drooped down low where Scott had been habitually tugging. William leaned over to slip his underwear off and looked at me expectantly.
“Well go on and stand next to Scott.” He bashfully obeyed and immediately the differences were clear between them. William’s little acorn head sat atop his balls, nestled closely against his body after being exposed to the open air, the skin of his shaft wrinkled and bunched up just behind his glans. Helen gasped softly and sat on the edge of our overstuffed couch.
“My goodness, will you look at that, Scotty?” William and Scott looked down at each others’ groins, then bashfully made eye contact. “They really got you good, you poor thing! Come closer and let me have a look at you.” I sat on the couch and Helen waved for her son to stand in front of me the way William was now standing and facing Helen. She lifted William’s flaccid member up on the side of her forefinger, as if it were a small songbird perching there.
“It really is a stunning difference, wouldn’t you say, Julia?” William was not-so-subtly catching a glimpse of Helen’s cleavage, having a clear view down her blouse. His little songbird quickly perked up and lifted off Helen’s finger, already fully erect. Helen smiled sweetly at the little fella that was now pointing directly at her. She made a small ring with her thumb and forefinger, giving a gentle squeeze to the base of his member before trailing downward to cup William’s taut balls with her fingertips, her painted nails softly grazing his scrotum. “It’s awfully cute in a way, don’t you think? Although it really is a shame how much is missing.”
Scott kept glancing shyly at his mother and William, his own member slowly stiffening. I mimicked Helen and lifted Scott’s member up with my finger to observe his skin-covered glans and the way it hugged the form of his head. Partially erect like this, the tip of his foreskin hung over his head just enough to form a mysterious opening that I could peek into and spot a glimpse of his head. Still mirroring Helen’s actions, I held her son’s balls in my fingertips; they were about the same size, but hung much lower and swayed when he shifted his weight. Soon enough Scott’s dick was standing at full attention and looking directly at me from behind a ring of pale foreskin.
“See how much more there is to play with, Julia? From the looks of it, circumcision makes fellas a bit smaller overall.” She gave William a couple gentle squeezes at the base of his dick to see if he would grow any further, to no avail. She appeared to be right, too. Aside from William’s missing foreskin, they were almost the same size; Scott was just slightly thicker around and perhaps half an inch longer.
“Yeah, it looks a little strange, but it does seem a little fuller. And I guess I never realized before, but it definitely looks more natural.” I gently pinched at the wrinkled tip of his foreskin, “It has a kind of flow to it, y’know? No tan line or anything.” Helen looked up at me for a moment with a tilted head.
“Oh, that’s a cute term for it!” She let out an airy laugh and lightly traced around the dark ring on William’s still stiff member. “That’s actually his circumcision scar; you can see William’s is almost halfway down, so it really shows just how much they took from the poor boy.” Helen continued teasingly tracing her fingernail around William’s scar. William was blushing noticeably, occasionally shooting glances at me as I cautiously explored little Scotty’s intact member.
I noticed Scott watching his mother tease at William, his stiff member practically bouncing in place. Clumsily prodding around Scott’s foreskin a bit, I took the underside between my fingers and tugged at it a bit like I’d seen him do earlier. Scott bit at his lower lip, a large bead of precum forming at the tip of his member before dripping down to glaze the inside of his foreskin.
“Ooh, looks like someone’s getting a little worked up!” Helen grinned slyly over at me.
“Little Scotty’s always fiddling with himself like that, but I’ll bet it feels a lot better to have someone else do it, isn’t that right?” Scott simply nodded, still biting his lip and arching his back just a bit. Getting a little more comfortable with this strange new cock, I wrapped my thumb and finger around the midpoint of his shaft, gently peeling back his foreskin for the first time.
A bizarre sensation overcame me as I watched his glistening head start to emerge. Without warning, his scent hit me like a slap in the face. Not that it was a revolting aroma, simply that I hadn’t expected it. In fact, after a moment it became much more familiar; it smelled almost like me. It smelled like sex. Slowly, quietly, I breathed in deeply through my nose and, closing my eyes just for a moment, I swear I could smell us together. His sex mingling with mine, hanging thick in the air after committing the most primitive, carnal act of sheer pleasure. Of course, I knew it was all in my head, but the instant I opened my eyes, I realized the scent of his uncircumcised cock was making me wet.
I quickly composed myself, gave a quick glance over to see Helen tenderly playing with the smooth, shaved little coin purse on William, who was simply standing at attention, shaking just a bit with nervous excitement as he awaited whatever may come.
With one hand still wrapped around Scott’s cock, I brought my other up to cup around his balls, feeling his full package as I began pulling his foreskin back the rest of the way. He was stiff, and I could feel him throbbing in my hand, but one small flap of skin still hugged around the crown of his head. Wanting to see him fully exposed, I tugged downward a bit further, quickly letting go after hearing what could only be described as a pitiful whine coming from Scott.
“Oh! Careful there, Julia. Little Scotty needs to be handled a bit more gently than William here.” Scott was wincing, his foreskin already rolled itself back over his head, and he rubbed his underside with a single finger. A bit of an overreaction if you ask me.
“Just like with us ladies, Scott needs a bit of ‘warming up’ before he can really come out and play. That frenulum of his is a fun little toy, but it can sting if you get too carried away.” Like a fool, I stared blankly at Helen, not yet understanding what she meant.
“Oh honey, I’m so sorry. I forgot this is your first time with a whole penis. Scotty, pull that back again and let’s show Julia your frenulum.”
Scott obeyed, lifting his member near vertically and smoothly retracting his foreskin. His bright, glistening head emerged once more along with that same aroma that was now beginning to make my thighs quiver as if it were a reflex. I leaned in closer to Scott’s groin and saw there was a curious band of skin that seamlessly connected the underside of his head to the inside of his foreskin. I touched it, sliding the tip of my finger down the length of it and sending a shudder down Scott’s spine. I was fascinated; it looked unfamiliar, almost frivolous, yet somehow I already understood it as perfect, natural…arousing, even. Helen must have seen the look in my eyes.
“The frenulum is that little string on the underside of Scotty’s dick that makes him leak so much precum. Go ahead and slowly glide his foreskin up and down a bit.” I nodded and rolled his foreskin back over his head, completely covering it before peeling it back, exposing all but the crown of his head just like before. “See how his little frenulum stretches when you tug him back? It helps to keep his sensitive glans covered, too.” I lifted my hand off and watched as Scott’s frenulum graciously pulled his foreskin back up, snugly covering half of his head.
As his foreskin settled into place, Scott tilted his head back slightly and let out a soft hum of pleasure, another dab of precum forming at the very tip of his head like a glass bead.
“See now? I told you there’s a lot more to play with when it comes to uncircumcised boys.” Helen winked at me and I couldn’t help but smile back.
“Yeah, you’re right…it’s a lot more complex than I had imagined.” I rolled Scott’s foreskin back all the way over his head and gave it a few playful tugs here and there, peeking up to see his reaction. “A little strange, but I think I like it.” She and William both looked on as I curiously stretched her son’s foreskin. After a moment Helen lifted William’s member up to get a better look at his underside, frowning with a look of pity.
“Hmm…that’s a shame. Some circumcised fellas still have a frenulum, even if it’s just a piece. Looks like poor William here lost all of his, but I’ll bet this little patch of scar tissue is still his most sensitive part.” With two fingers and a thumb she pinched a wad of skin on the underside of his member, just below his glans and tugged downward firmly. She began to roll it between her fingers, but without warning William let out a pathetic whimper and began cumming. Helen lost her grip on the patch of skin and his little member bounced up, flinging strings of warm cum on her face and cleavage, soaking into her work blouse. William was clearly ashamed, his eyes clenched shut and his face beet red as the last of his seed dangled off the end of his member.
Scott stared wide-eyed at his mother, clearly straining not to laugh or make any wisecracks. The scene must have turned him on a fair bit, however; he was suddenly leaking enough pre that it had pooled around the opening of his foreskin and started to drip down to the floor in one long strand. Helen pursed her lips, taking a moment to regain her composure.
“Ugh…well, I guess that just goes to show that circumcision doesn’t make guys last any longer.” She looked down at her chest, hesitating to touch the mess on her clothes and skin. She lifted her eyes off her chest to see William’s spent, already softening member dribbling the last of its cum onto the floor before flashing me a half-hearted smile.
“William, don’t just stand there. Help clean up your mess.” I snapped at him, hoping that the mood hadn’t just been ruined by his hair trigger.
“Oh don’t worry about it, honey.” Helen lifted her blouse up and peeled it off over her head, revealing her soft, pale belly and voluptuous breasts, practically flowing over her bra. She wasn’t overweight, at least not compared to me a year or two ago. She had what could best be described as a motherly figure; a little padding on her stomach and sides that was mostly hidden under her work attire. A few subtle age marks and wrinkles hinted at her age; something both boys here certainly didn’t seem to mind one bit.
“Julia, why don’t you get comfortable on that chaise lounge and let little Scotty show you a thing or two.” She shot me a wink after using the inside of her blouse to wipe her face and chest clean. “Since William here already had his fun, he can stay and help return the favor. How does that sound?” She teasingly dabbed at the tip of William’s now completely flaccid member, his little acorn head resting above his balls, still damp with cum.
“Now that sounds like a plan.” I grinned and stood up, grabbing Scott by the wrist and guiding him to the chaise on the side of the living room, already so eager for more that I could feel myself beginning to soak through my underwear.
*****
The chaise was oversized and could comfortably hold two people, and it pointed inward toward the center of the living room, so I still had a clear view of Helen and William, and William could see Scott and me. Not private by any means, but then again, where would the fun in that be?
I sat at the foot of the chaise, undoing my blouse as Scott stood in front of me, nervously tugging at his foreskin again. Past him I could see Helen patting at the couch, signaling William to take a seat next to her while she removed her bra. Her milky-white breasts eagerly spilled out, and she guided William’s hand to touch one, his open palm pressing against her nipple.
I could feel Scott tense up as soon as I slipped out of my own bra. My breasts were nowhere near as large as his mother’s; less shapely and with darker nipples, but clearly younger and with a bit of perkiness that I assume is lost after motherhood. I shifted back a bit on the chaise, lifting my waist and slipping out of my pants and underwear in one motion before tossing them aside and sitting back upright. Without speaking, Scott began to rest his knees on either side of me, eyeing the plump slit between my thighs.
“Didn’t your mom teach you it isn’t polite to stare?” I said with a grin, trying not to be as stern as I typically am with William. I leaned back, supporting myself with my elbows, hooked my leg around his, and gently encouraged him to scoot forward until he was kneeling right over my hips, his stiffening member looming over my belly.
“So uh…do I just, p-put it in?” Scott held still, almost turning his head to glance back at his mother. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him, instead opting to lean up and cup at his balls, giving them a gentle, playful tug.
“Just show me why she won’t shut up about you.” I gave him a playful kiss on the pale, puckered ring of foreskin covering his head before letting go of his smooth, low-hanging balls. “Don’t be nervous, she’ll be right over there the whole time.” I leaned back on the chaise, propped up on my elbows as before, watching as little Scott hesitantly positioned himself. He gently grabbed onto the base of his member, pushing it downward slightly with his thumb as if aiming for me.
*****
“Do you like this?” Helen asked as she held William’s hand to her breast. William simply nodded, blushing bright red. “Do you want to see more of me?” Again he nodded but said nothing. Helen turned to rest her back on the arm of the couch, one leg on either side of poor stark naked William, who was practically shivering with nervousness. “Then help me slip out of these.” She unbuttoned her fashionable black trousers and pushed them down past her rear, letting obedient William take care of the rest.
Seeing her fully nude for the first time, lounging mere inches from him, he became instantly erect again. He was mesmerized by her mature pussy; not completely shaved the way he was used to, but trimmed short and neat. Her lips were darker and more pronounced, with her inner labia peeking out just a bit. Perhaps most prominent was her clitoris, the bulge of which could be seen even under her hood and labia. William habitually grabbed his stiff little member and shifted closer to Helen’s welcoming slit.
“I don’t think so, honey.” Helen clicked her tongue and wagged a finger at William once she saw what was on his mind. “You already got to have your fun, now it’s my turn. Go ahead and lay on your belly. I want to see your face between my legs.” Naturally William obeyed, his stiff member pressed between the couch and his stomach as he settled into place. Hellen hugged his face between her thighs and smiled as she watched him quickly melt into complete submission.
“Mmm, now there’s a good boy.” William closed his eyes for a moment, pressing his nose into the soft flesh just above her pussy and letting in a long, slow breath. Helen spread her thighs just enough to let William lift his head slightly. “Do us a favor now and make me cum, sweetie.”
*****
I felt a chill run down my spine as Scott trailed his skin-covered head down my lower belly and over the top of my pussy. With a forefinger and thumb he tenderly spread apart my smooth, pillowy labia, nestling his hooded head between them. I leaned forward just enough to watch as Scott grasped the base of his dick with his other hand and pressed his covered head into me.
I could see his foreskin roll back as he entered me, and I could feel his warm, slick head emerging inside of me as if it were a flower blooming. My lips were quivering with aroused excitement at the sensation; simultaneously watching and feeling his natural member unwrap itself just for me. As he pressed further inside of me, I could feel the top of his retracted foreskin press against me before squeezing inside my tight opening.
Never before in my life had I felt such an immediate pleasure; it was what a younger, virgin me had always imagined sex would be like. The feeling of his girth spreading me open, my flesh hugging his flesh, the gentle motion of him pushing deep inside of me and smoothly rolling back was like remembering a dream. William and I had fucked plenty of times, but at most it felt like a brief inconvenience before he was finished and I could get myself off. This, however, was something entirely different. I wanted to moan…I wanted to scream with delight, but all I could manage was to lie there, my lips quivering with nervous lust as I watched and felt little Scott’s intact member glide over and back inside of me.
“Are you okay? Should I stop?” The words snapped me back down to earth. Scott pulled his cock out, the foreskin rolling back over to cover his head. His whole length was glistening wet from my pussy and our scents mingled in the air just like I had imagined earlier. Staring at his natural manhood, I had to take a moment to find my voice again.
“Don’t stop. I want you inside of me.” Was all I could muster through all the fog in my head. Helen overheard me; letting out a sharp, short laugh as if she had just been proven right. I could see her head turn slightly as if she were about to turn around and say something, but she turned back to trail her fingers through William’s head, which was still nestled snugly between her thighs.
*****
From my position I could see over Scott’s shoulder to the couch where his mother and William were. William looked absolutely awestruck at the older woman spreading her legs for him; he gripped the milky flesh of her leg, trailing his lips over a stretch mark on her inner thigh and breathing in her gentle aroma.
Helen was patient, combing her painted nails through his hair as he explored her sex. William was careful, almost ritualistic with Helen; he gently squeezed and kissed all around her slight muffin-top and thighs before lowering himself back down between her legs, his lips hovering over hers. After lingering there for a moment he let his lips kiss at Helen’s labia, and I saw his face immediately flush bright red.
William had entered into a higher spiritual plane. He let his tongue hang out of his mouth and slowly dragged it upward, grazing the front of Helen’s puffy slit. A soft, muffled moan escaped him as he pressed his mouth to her, letting his tongue drag up along her lips again, this time pressing the tip of his tongue between them and catching a bit of her sweet, warm taste.
“Mmm, that’s a good boy. Take your time now, just like that. I want you to savor me.” Helen’s words cradled him in comfort and he nestled even more snugly between her legs, one arm wrapped around each of her thighs. He slipped his tongue ever so slightly deeper, taking time to feel her supple flesh and taste her womanhood. William was at the altar, worshipping the goddess before him. After a long moment, Helen gracefully lifted William’s head, a finger under his chin.
“You sure are an affectionate one, but please remember to come up for some air every once in a while.” William simply smiled bashfully, glancing up between her legs at me across the room. We made eye contact but my mind was again hazy with a primal lust over Scott entering me once more.
*****
I felt a shudder travel up the length of my spine once Scott pressed his little foreskin pucker against me, peeling back only once he starts to push inside me. Scott must have noticed how much that sensation turned me on, because he slowly pulled all the way out, rolled his foreskin back over his head and did it a third time, making sure to draw it out as long as he could muster. I bit my lower lip, muffling a whimper of delight; any time I allow William to enter me, it’s a harsh, practically abrasive feeling. But this feels so shockingly different. This feels silky, tender…it feels almost divine.
I can feel Scott’s breath cascading over my breasts as he begins to gradually work into a rhythm. He’s no longer interested in pulling all the way out and forcing his skin back over his head, but my pussy grips around his member just enough to help roll his foreskin back over each time he draws away, only to peel back again as he gingerly thrusts into me. William’s bare head scrapes against me, and I usually have to ride him like a cowgirl, grinding on his hips with him fully hilted in me to derive any pleasure from it. But with Scott, I can feel the full motion of his intact cock as he thrusts into me, a symbiotic pleasure I’ve never known until today.
Over Scott’s shoulder I could again see William’s face buried in between Helen’s legs. His eyes were closed, one arm wrapped around each of her thighs as he let his tongue delve deep into her pussy, eagerly lapping up her juices. He dragged his tongue up along her slit until it caressed her large clitoris, then suckled on it firmly, hood and all. Helen was clearly worked up, breathing heavily and playing with her own nipples as little William showered her engorged clit with attention. Helen let out a quivering moan and squeezed his face between her thighs firmly, reaching one hand down to hold his head in place.
*****
Helen tensed up as she came, her clit pulsing rapidly inside William’s mouth. He pressed his face firmly in place, letting her plump clitoris flex against his soft, warm tongue as she came. Helen let out a little quivering sigh of satisfaction and William slipped his lips off of her still-erect little pearl, looking up at her as if seeking approval.
“Nuh-uh, I’m not finished.” Helen managed to say between breaths, reaching one free hand to push William’s head back down until his mouth was back over her glistening opening. Without a word, William obeyed and buried his face into her, enthusiastically plunging his tongue deep inside of her still flexing pussy.
Scott was clearly turned on by the sound of his mother’s orgasm behind him; he was thrusting deeper inside of me, at a quicker pace than before but with a frantic and irregular rhythm. This new pace of his jostled my body, making my breasts and belly bounce forward and back over my torso. I tried arching my back just a bit to try and control it, but rather than stopping my breasts from jiggling, it simply allowed Scott’s cock to reach further inside of me.
A sharp squeal of surprise mixed with sheer pleasure escaped my lips as Scott fucked me. I was feeling pleasure in areas I had never known it to exist before, and all I wanted was more. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to lose my senses and let this wave of pleasure pull me out to sea. I was cumming now; slowly, gently at first. Scott hadn’t noticed yet but I could feel my pussy tenderly gripping around his shaft, the motion of his foreskin against me even more noticeable now.
Scott continued, bucking into me as my contractions squeezed around his stiff member. He leaned forward, his abdomen now rubbing against my covered clit, immediately sending me into a full, otherworldly orgasm. I shuddered, letting out a shaking moan. With my eyes still closed, floating in the blackness, my whole body convulsed and I could feel my own cum gushing out of my pussy with each frantic little thrust of Scott’s natural little cock.
*****
Helen pinched and rolled her tender pink nipples between her thumb and forefinger, moaning wistfully as she basked in her sustained climax. William was dutifully lapping up all that he could, letting his tongue delve deep inside of her mature pussy, taking great care to quickly yet carefully lick along her blushing labia each time he came up for air. One or two breaths and he was back between her legs, nose pressed firmly against her large clitoris as it pulsed and flexed with delight.
Helen had practically reached a new plane of existence; her continued orgasm was making her almost buck her hips against poor William, and the sensation of her pussy’s contractions around his tender little tongue were sending her into another, even more intense climax. She leaned up abruptly and held William’s face between her thighs, with an additional hand on the back of his head to make sure he stayed in place while she came hard this time, letting out an almost silent whimper as she rocked her hips against him, grinding her hooded clit on his nose as she came.
Through my own orgasm I could feel Scott was getting close himself. As much as I wanted to make it last, I was developing the insatiable urge to feel little Scotty climax inside of me. I forced my eyes back open, took just enough focus off my pussy cumming around his dick to wrap both of my legs around his thighs and pull him close, burying his modest foreskinned member into me. In an out-of-character move, perhaps because of the heat of the moment, I locked eyes with Scott as he leaned over my body and kissed him deeply on the mouth.
Scott blushed brightly at the affection and, with a soft, muffled whimper as I held him firmly in place, he began cumming hard inside of me. I closed my eyes again, pulling my mouth away from his as a deep groan of satisfaction escaped me. Even through the throes of my own climax I could feel him ejaculating, a series of long, rapid spurts flexing in complete harmony with my pink, wet pussy. His body weakened quickly and he practically went limp on top of me, although his stiff member continued to pump inside of me, and I could feel myself getting filled with his warm cum.
*****
Scott’s climax began to peter out, his cock pulsing slower and slower, dribbling cum as it began to soften up inside of me. He regained his strength enough to prop himself up off my body. I lowered my legs, releasing him from my grasp, and let him slowly pull his spent member out. Even no longer fully erect, I could feel his foreskin roll back over his head as he began to pull out of me. I watched, fascinated as his semi-soft length emerged, his foreskin covering all but the tip of his head, all of it covered in a mixture of our cum. The sight of his manhood hanging there between my legs like that almost made me want to go again, but poor Scotty clearly didn’t look up for the task.
“Oh my God, Scotty! Did you cum inside of her?” Helen was half-turned around, watching his cum lazily dribble out of my pussy in front of his sopping wet cock. William was seated cross-legged on the couch, still between Helen’s legs, his hair frazzled and his face glistening with her cum. Scott began to answer, but I interrupted.
“Oh, sorry about that. I guess I got lost in the moment and I uh…didn’t give him much of a choice. I hope you don’t mind.” I started to compose myself, sitting up a bit on the chaise as a bit more of Scott’s cum spills out onto it.
“Honey I can’t blame you for wanting it all but…well, let’s just say my boy isn’t ready to be a father just yet.” Helen turned to sit up on the very edge of the couch, the bare, puffy lips of her pussy hanging neatly between her thighs.
“Oh it should be fine I think; I’ve never used protection before and nothing’s happened.”
“Hmm, sounds like we may need another session sometime to cover how much fun playing safe can be.” She smirked at me, then turned to give William a little wink. “Anyway, how did you like it?” I blushed at the question, grinning big and laying my fingers over my still slick pussy.
“Oh my God, it’s indescribable. It was like having a spiritual experience. I’ve never really felt pleasure from just regular sex like that; it took over my whole body.” Helen chuckled softly, satisfied her son could give me such a revolutionary experience. William sat still next to Helen, quietly staring at my blushing, cum-filled pussy, his little member sticking up fully erect behind his crossed legs.
“Does…this mean we can do this again sometime, Mom?” Scott stood bashfully between Helen and I, going back to his habit of tugging down at the underside of his foreskin, although losing his grip from our cum that had stayed with him.
“Please say yes, Helen.” I fanned myself for effect, “Please let’s do this again; I don’t think I can ever go back to fucking anyone with a circumcised dick.”
“Aw, poor little fella.” Helen briefly turned to see William’s stiff little circumcised member before flashing him a pitiful look. I meant what I said, but my head was still swimming in the thought of Scott’s foreskin and I didn’t realize how it would come off to William.
“I mean…sorry, William, but it’s true. I love you, but there’s just no measuring up to…” I caught the rest of that sentence in my mouth and tried again, “I mean, it’s not your size, babe…it’s just that you’re circumcised. And I think having someone who still has their foreskin is what I’ve been missing this whole time.” William nodded, looking extremely embarrassed, although his dick was still stiff and he was beginning to leak precum on himself.
“Okay…yeah. I just want you to be satisfied, so if that’s what it takes…” He averted his eyes from us all, his little stiffy throbbing in the air, surrounded by his crossed legs. Helen smirked at him.
“Chin up, little guy.” She grazed the side of William’s still wet face with the backs of her fingers, “If there’s one thing I learned today it’s that you’ve still got at least one way to satisfy your girl.” William smiled back at Helen for a moment before she got up off the couch and began to dress herself. Little Scotty followed suit, not bothering to clean the mess of cum covering his spent member.
*****
Helen and I made plans for us all to play again soon, and the moment she and Scott pulled out of the driveway, I had William kneel in front of the chaise, his little member just as stiff as before, still dripping with arousal. He was so well behaved through all of this I felt the least I could do was let him play clean-up.
Good boy that he is, William eagerly took his place between my legs, burying his face into me and lapping up the copious amount of Scott’s cum still inside of me, savoring the flavor of another man’s cum mixed with mine. I could hear the friction from his hand rubbing at his bare cock as he indulged himself.
I rubbed soft circles around my clit, pushing the hood back and forth with the tip of my finger as William licked me. I shut my eyes and began to cum once more, although my mind was in a different place altogether. It wasn’t William’s tongue grazing my tender lips, it was Scott’s member; his perfect foreskin, draped over his head, hanging low and divine.