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Friday Afternoon at Home
by Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)
***
This is the story of an average American family and
how it deals with the invasion of their home, their
refuge. The invader, barely known by the family's
daughter, wreaks havoc as he dramatically changes
their lives forever.
OR
It's just another big cock stroke story. Yes, to tell
the truth it's the latter, complete with overwrought
descriptions and anatomical impossibilities. I checked
off the humiliation and dominance boxes for the search
engine, but that doesn't play a big part of the story.
It's mostly firm bosoms and above average penises.
Enjoy. (F/m-teen, mf-teens, mast, oral, size)
***
Holly drove through the upscale neighborhood of
Richmond Hill on her way home from school. After
climbing a half-mile up the gently curving residential
road, she pulled into the parking area in front of the
garage to her family's two-story home. Slinging her
book bag over her shoulder after she exited the car,
she slammed its door as hard as she could. She hated
the three year old Toyota. It was a nondescript tan
color, and it certainly wasn't a BMW or Lexus like
most of the kids drove who went to her private school.
It wasn't as if her parents couldn't afford to buy her
a more fashionable car. After all, they earned a solid
income from the consulting firm they owned. She was a
senior this year, and she hoped that maybe her
graduation present would be one of those cute sports
cars that BMW made; she'd hinted at it often enough.
Holly opened the door to the house and stepped in. At
least her parents gave her the satisfaction of working
late hours. Even though it was Friday, she could
probably count on having the house to herself into the
early evening. Her cell buzzed from the slit pocket of
her skirt. When she checked its screen, she saw the
smiling face of her boyfriend, Mike.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi, what's up?" said Mike.
"I just got home," she said as she carried her book
bag up the stairs to her bedroom. "Are you at home?"
"Yeah, listen, about tonight, I can't go to the
movies. It's my grandmother...she's still pretty
sick...and, you know, the family wants me go visit,"
Mike said.
Holly could feel the blood rushing to her face. She
tossed her bag in the general direction of her desk.
The bag crashed into her chair and sent it skidding
sideways on its casters. This was the third Friday in
a row he'd broken their date. It was always the same
excuse, his grandmother. "Just how damn stupid do you
think I am?" she seethed into the phone.
"What? I...uh," Mike struggled to say.
Holly strode from one side of her room to the other.
Her free hand sliced through the air as she spoke.
"Your mother's mother is dead, and your father's
mother lives three states away where she is not only
healthy, she owns a bookstore and plays tennis two
days a week," she snapped.
"You...you checked up on me?" Mike said, trying to
sound outraged.
"Well, I was taking you at your word until Sandra
Palmer said she saw you being all snuggly with that
skank, Amy Givens," Holly said.
"But...but, we said we weren't going to be exclusive,"
Mike argued.
Holly stopped pacing and put her hand on her hip. "Oh,
so now you were just lying about it, and you thought I
was so stupid that I wouldn't catch on."
"Hey, no...I...I..." Mike said.
"Look, you obviously have a date with that diseased
whore, or some other bitch - just go...just go and
fuck off, and don't call me again." She stabbed at the
screen to close the call. Resisting the urge to throw
her phone against the wall, she carefully laid it on
her desk. Then she screamed.
"Goddamn fucking son-of-a-bitch,
asshole...fuck...fuck...FUCKKKKKKKKKK IT!"
She threw her hands to her face. Her cheeks burned and
her eyes swelled with pent up tears. She was on the
cusp of a monumental crying jag. Turning to her bed,
she flung herself down and buried her face in a
pillow. Emotions roiled in her aching heart as
conflicting thoughts raced through her head. She had
really liked Mike. He was good looking, smart
concerning school subjects anyway, but evidently not
about girls and he fit in so easily with her
friends.
On the other hand, he was a lying sack of shit who
thought she couldn't see through the lamest excuse in
the world. But he knew how to make out, he was able to
kiss a girl until she was weak in the knees. Wasn't
she pretty enough? Hell yes she was. She had been
short and pudgy most of her life, but a year ago she
had blossomed. She was of average height now, only
five-foot four, like her nana. But she had inherited
her mother's boobs. Perky c-cups on her slender
hundred pound frame looked spectacular. Put that
together with wide brown eyes on a classically oval
face and a thick mane of ash-blonde hair, and she was
maybe not beautiful, but certainly cute and sexy. Had
she not pleased him sexually?
Hell, she'd jerked him and sucked him several times,
and he'd liked it; the evidence had ended up all over
her hands and lips and in her mouth. He had a nice
cock, seven or maybe eight slim inches. She liked a
big cock; she had planned to tell him tonight that he
could stick it in her pussy. Here, on this bed, on
Monday, she was going to give herself to him.
Despite the knot in her stomach, a ghost of a smile
twitched at Holly's lips. She had planned to make him
swear to save himself all weekend until he was between
her legs after school. Surely a guy his age with all
that pent up sap would be good for what at least two
or three good screws in the hour or so they could
safely count on being alone? Well, forget that.
Holly rolled over and sat up, wiping her hands down
her cheeks. To top it off, that piece of shit, Mike,
had made her horny. Anticipating that Mike would be
eager to crawl between her smooth thighs, she had
refrained from pleasing herself for almost a week. She
half snorted and half laughed. She could take care of
that later. "I need a shower," she told herself. She
removed her school uniform tossed it onto the pile of
dirty clothes in the corner of her closet.
Holly let the hot water of the shower pelt down on her
shoulders until she felt her muscles begin to relax.
She poured vanilla accented body wash onto a luffa and
scrubbed until her skin tingled. Stepping from the
shower, she dried off and knotted the luxuriantly
thick towel above her breasts. She stepped into her
bedroom and began to run a brush through her hair.
As she brushed, Holly heard the hollow, ringing thump
of a basketball being dribbled. Her room didn't have
windows, but it did have a pair of French doors. The
doors opened onto a decretive, but very narrow and
functionally useless balcony rimmed in black ironwork.
From the door, Holly looked across a strip of lawn and
a residential road at the rear of her home to a
neighbor's house. Six guys were playing a basketball
game in the drive.
Holly recognized one of the players as Bobby Evans; he
lived at the house. She knew two other guys from her
school; they were on the school's team, and there were
two she didn't know at all. It was the sixth player
that caught her attention though. She knew his name
was Samuel Thomas Axton Harris the Third, better known
as Trey. He hadn't been at her school for long, but
he'd caught the eye of every girl there. He was tall,
very good looking, and now that he was playing without
a shirt, Holly could see that he was built like a
Greek god.
"Wow," said Holly. Actually, she thought, a Greek god
could only aspire to have Trey's heavily muscled and
incredibly graceful body.
Trey faked a drive and then put up a twenty-foot
jumper that swished through the net. Taking the ball
again, he passed to Bobby who put up a shot. The ball
bounced high off the rim. Trey almost magically
appeared under goal, where he leapt high above the
basket and drove the ball downward in a spectacular
dunk. Even the guys on the opposite team congratulated
him.
"Damn, you're good, and damn good looking too," Holly
told herself as she watched Trey effortlessly outplay
the others. There was a rumor going around about Trey.
In addition to his movie star countenance and
outstanding athletic skills, he was supposedly blessed
with a really big cock.
Of course rumors were just that, rumors. There was one
floating around which said that she had had a boob
job. It persisted no matter how many times she pointed
out that when a girl drops about five dress sizes
and begins to wear tighter clothes her natural
breasts tend to stand out.
Holly focused on Trey's shorts. From here, she'd need
x-ray vision to confirm the rumor about him. In the
voluminous basketball shorts that guys wore, you
couldn't tell the size of anyone's package, no matter
how large. Of course, she mused, that just meant that
the rumor could be true. Maybe Trey had a cock equal
to or a bit bigger than Mike's. She could feel her
blood begin to warm and give her pussy that pleasantly
full feeling. She was hornier than she'd thought.
Maybe...maybe she should put on her skimpy running
shorts and a nice tight tank and go for a run by the
guys. Surely one of them would say something, and give
her an excuse to stop and flirt. Even if they kept
their mouths shut, she could say stop and say hello to
Bobby - then she could flirt.
Holly's mind began to fantasize about the encounter.
She'd smile at Trey, giving him plenty of opportunity
to ask her out. She'd be coy of course, but eventually
they'd be alone together. Then she'd get her hands on
that magnificent chest and those broad, beefy
shoulders.
Her hand pressed on her pussy through the towel. She
closed her eyes.
After a hot and heavy make-out session, he'd be eager
to have her hands on his cock. She'd jerk him off
slowly as his fingers found their way between her
legs.
Holly slipped her hand between the edges of the towel
and pressed her finger on her clit. The hell with
waiting until later, she'd get herself off now.
Trey's fingers would be where hers were now. He'd
press and swirl and flick until she was panting with
desire. Then he'd slip his finger into her hot, wet
pussy and finger fuck her madly while her hand raced
up and down his cock. They'd get off at the same time.
She'd see a string of cum leap above his spewing cock,
and that would trigger the first waves of orgasm to
shake her pussy.
Holly's fingers flashed in and out of her cunt. "Come
on....get it...get it," she said through clenched
teeth. Suddenly her back arched and she had a
thunderous orgasm. She was barely aware of it when her
towel slipped and fell to the floor. She was having a
wonderful orgasm and she didn't care...couldn't care.
She lost her balance and felt herself press against
the French door. Her orgasm subsided and she opened
her eyes. There, standing at the door to a car that
had been parked on her side of the street, was Trey.
He had a shirt flung over his naked shoulder, and he
was looking right at her.
"Aw, fuck," Holly cried as she pushed away. She jerked
at the cord that swung a set of curtains closed over
the doors. Crossing her arms across her breasts, she
went to the bed and sat. Had he seen anything? Of
course he had. She'd been practically spread eagle
naked against that door. On the other hand...the door
was made up of a matrix of individual panes with a
bunch framework in between. Plus, the bars of balcony
would have been in his line of sight. Hell, if he'd
seen anything, he'd probably pass it off as the
overheated imagination of a teenager. And if he said
something in school, well, she could deny it easily
enough.
Ding dong went the front door bell.
"Oh damn, now what?" Holly cursed. Could it be Trey?
She went to the French doors and pulled the curtain
aside just a sliver and peeked out. Trey's car was
gone. Good.
Ding dong.
She wanted nothing more than to crawl under the covers
and hold a pillow over her head until her parents came
home.
Ding dong.
"Oh fuck, fuck...alright, alright," she said. She
pulled a sky blue dressing gown from her closet and
threw it on. She knotted the sash tightly and ran her
fingers through her hair as she padded down the stairs
in her bare feet.
Ding dong.
"Give me a freaking break," she muttered as she
reached the door. Her resolve was back. She'd get rid
of this asshole, it was probably a delivery her
mother was forever ordering stuff off the TV, and then
maybe she'd sneak a drink from her parent's liquor
cabinet. It had turned into that kind of an afternoon.
She jerked the door open. Samuel Thomas Axton Harris
the Third was standing there. His finger was moving
toward the doorbell.
"Don't," she said in greeting. She saw that his car, a
late model Mustang, was now sitting at the curb in
front of her house. She mentally kicked herself for
not thinking of that simple move.
"Hi, I'm Trey," he said. He had a knowing smile - with
dimples.
"Can I help you?" she snapped, determined to brazen
out this encounter.
"Holly, right? Uh...are you alone?" he asked. His eyes
looked over her shoulder and seemed to find something.
Holly couldn't help it. She half turned and looked
behind her. There was nothing there of course, but
when she looked back Trey had slid through the
doorway. "Hey," she said.
He was still smiling, but he wasn't looking at her. He
was looking up, tracing a line in the air with his
finger. "Mmm hmmm," he said and bounded up the stairs,
taking the steps three at a time.
"Hey," Holly said again. Her bare feet thud, thud,
thudded up the stairs in pursuit. When she arrived at
the top, Trey was halfway down the hall, looking into
her room.
"Ah," he said and stepped inside.
"Heyyy," Holly yelled, very much aware that it seemed
to be about all she was capable of saying. She rushed
into her room to find that Trey had pulled back the
curtain and was looking out the French doors.
"Hey..." she said yet again, although it came out as
more of a cough as she tried to strangle the word,
"what the fuck, dude?"
He dropped the curtain and gave her a lopsided,
knowing grin. "Yeah, I was right. You were standing
here, watching us play ball and decided that you'd
grab a little afternoon delight. I guess you didn't
count on the game ending that quickly."
"I don't know what you're talking about, and what the
hell is it with you coming into my room uninvited?"
Holly said as she planted her fists on her hips.
Holly had left the bath towel next to the door where
it had dropped during her orgasm. Trey's foot flicked
out and sent it flying toward her chest. She caught it
by reflex. "I'm pretty sure about what I saw when that
towel dropped," he said.
"I...uh..." Holly said in confusion. She'd been
completely wrong; or rather her first fears were
completely right. He'd seen her, and he'd known
exactly what she'd been doing. Now he was walking
toward her, still with that dimpled smile, plus a
square jaw and high cheek bones. His dark eyes were
half-lidded and a shock of dark brown hair fell over
his forehead. Damn, he was good looking and he smelled
good too musky with a hint of masculine body spray.
He put his hands on her upper arms, bent down and
kissed her. It was no awkward first kiss between two
teenagers. His moist lips melted against hers. Holly
felt her heart begin to pound. His lips felt so alive
on hers; she couldn't help but respond. Her hands slid
up the slick fabric of his basketball jersey and
rested on his chiseled pecs. The tip of his tongue
brushed against her lips and then slipped between
them.
"Mmm..." she moaned softly. She put her arms around
his neck and leaned into the kiss. His hands went to
her hips and pulled her closer. She opened her mouth
and their kiss became a hot, sensuous thing as their
tongues writhed against one another. Holly felt her
mind fogging with sexual heat and tension. But not so
fogged that she failed to notice the swelling hardness
between their bodies.
It wasn't the first time she'd raised some wood in a
guy during a slow dance or a kiss, but this was no
mere lump of boyish excitement; it felt as if an
actual length of wood was pressing across her tummy
just south of her bellybutton.
Holly had read some of her mother's romance novels.
She had always laughed at the notion that a woman
would swoon with desire for any man. Swoon...who
swooned? Now, she thought that she might do that very
thing. They kissed until Holly was breathless, and the
blood that should have been keeping her mind alert had
gone to swell her breasts and infuse her pussy.
She broke the kiss and said the first stupid thing
that came into her mind. "Is that a rocket in your
pocket, or are you just really...really glad to see
me?"
"Let's find out, why don't we?" Trey said, and a
second later he was stepping out of the basketball
shorts that he had slipped to his feet. Underneath, he
was wearing another pair of shorts, but these were
light blue and skintight. They fitted him from low
waist to mid-thigh.
The sight of an erect cock of huge proportions was
silhouetted in those shorts. Holly could see the
outline of its prominent cum-tube and even some of the
veins along the shaft. It extended to the waist band
of his shorts and almost to his hip. Straightened, the
head would have to be well past his navel.
And speaking of its head, the thing looked to be the
size of a large lemon. It poked at the distended
material, pulsing and moving farther from the teen's
crotch. The damn thing was growing as she watched. At
the base of Trey's cock Holly could see not the single
bulge of his testes, but two prominent bulges, one for
each of his balls. Holly could swear they were
swelling too, almost growing right before her eyes.
Trey said nothing but just stood there with a smile of
amused superiority on his face. He put his hands on
her shoulders and steered her to the bed. He pulled at
the sash of her robe and it fell open. "Damn, you're
beautiful," he said. "I noticed you at school, all the
guys think you have a hot bod...but, you know, girls
wear those bras that pad and push...but you don't need
one of those."
It was hardly poetry, but Holly found herself thrilled
at Trey's words. She shivered as his fingers lifted
her tits and his thumbs brushed across her nipples.
The robe shook from her shoulders and fell to the
floor.
"Sit down, baby. I guess it's my turn," Trey said.
Once she unlocked her knees, Holly practically fell
onto the mattress. Trey turned sideways and bent over
to untie his sneakers. Even his ass was handsome. His
butt was two sculpted pieces of hard muscle that
shifted sexily with his movements. With his shoes and
socks set aside, he pulled the jersey over his head
and tossed it on the floor. He hesitated then as if to
give Holly time to drink in his V-shaped torso with
its rippled abs and broad shoulders, not to mention
his guns - his arms with their bulging, well defined
muscles.
Trey gave her another knowing grin, something she
would have found irritating on any other guy. Hooking
his thumbs into the waistband of his athletic shorts,
he peeled them down his legs, pretty much bending
double in the process. But when he stood up once
more...
"Ohmygod," Holly gasped. His cock had lived up to and
exceeded by far the expectations she had built in her
mind. Was it bigger than Mike's? Hell, Mike's cock was
a little boy's pee-pee next to the tower of
masculinity jutting from Trey's groin. If she took two
of Mike's cocks and put them end to end and then
doubled their width, she might have a dick near the
equal of Trey's. Her pussy pulsed. She thought she
might have an orgasm simply from looking at all that
male power.
"You like?" asked Trey as he sat next to her on the
bed and put his arm around her shoulders.
"Yes," she said, sounding like a shy little girl.
Trey licked the shell of her ear. "Play with it," he
whispered. "It might spit at you, but it won't bite."
She giggled, loosening her breathless sexual tension.
Holly's fingers clasped at the huge, rigid pole. Her
small fingers couldn't wrap around much more than half
of its incredible thickness. She could feel Trey's hot
blood as it pumped through his shaft's prominent
veins. Her fingers brushed across the sensitive patch
of skin under his bulbous cock-head. His cock twitched
and a strand of pre-cum dripped from his flared helmet
and flowed down and over Holly's searching hand.
"Use both hands and put your mouth on it, sweetheart,"
Trey said in a soft but firm voice.
Holly had never imagined that she would ever see a
cock so big that she would need both hands to jack it
off. And she sure as hell had never dreamed of doing
it within five minutes of meeting its owner. As if she
were spellbound, she leaned over and tried to wrap her
tongue around the massive head of Trey's weapon. After
a few exploratory licks, she opened wide and tried to
take him in her mouth. Sucking cock was nothing new to
her, and she'd show him that she knew how. A few
seconds later however, she knew that it was
impossible; there was no way she was going to get his
cock-head, much less his cock-shaft into her mouth.
The best she could do was to smear the near continuous
stream of pre-cum over the head with her tongue and
lips.
There was so much of the boy's clear sap that she
couldn't keep up; some of it flowed down his shaft.
That was a good thing. She used it as massaging oil,
keeping her fingers nice and slick as she slid them up
and down the towering thickness of Trey's cock.
Any outrage she had felt at Trey's invasion of her
privacy had vanished in a haze of lust. She wanted
nothing more than to thrill this hot stud, but she had
to be content with licking her soft, young tongue in
wide circles around the perimeter of Trey's giant
cock-head.
"Oh that's good, Holly. That's it, baby," said Trey.
Holly was surprised by how much his little compliment
thrilled her. But she wanted more of his approval so
she teased the teen stud by wiggling the tip of her
tongue inside his cum-slit. She pressed her mouth
against Trey's cockhead, french-kissing his wide slit
as if she was making out with a date.
"Yesssss," Trey hissed, "keep that up."
This just turned her on even more. Her pussy juices
were really flowing; the sheets under her wide spread
thighs began to grow wetter by the second. Her dainty
hands worked up and down the length of his immense
cock. If she couldn't work the entire fleshy hardness
of his cock-head into her mouth, she'd do her best.
She began to slurp and tongue every square inch of
flesh she could find.
If Holly's mouth hadn't been so busy with Trey's world
class cock, she would have yelped as his fingers found
their way inside her sex canal. Most of the boys she
had dated couldn't find her clit with a map and a
compass, but Trey was amazing. Somehow, he was fucking
her pussy with three fingers while his thumb massaged
her love button. In less than a minute, his expert
manipulation of her swollen clit brought her over the
edge. A wave of ecstasy coursed throughout her body
and she could no longer contain her feelings. She
released Trey's cockhead from her hot, hungry mouth
and screamed.
"Ohmygod, Trey, I'm coming so fucking GOOOD. Your
cock is so fucking HUGE."
Holly moaned and shuddered through her mind-bending
orgasm, but she never let go of Trey's dick. Her hands
continued to buck and stutter up and down his shaft
and bump over his great knob of a cock-head.
Trey withdrew his fingers from Holly's shuddering
pussy. He settled back on his elbows, his cock
sticking straight up. "Aw shit, yes...yessssss, I'm
gonna' pop, baby. AWWWWWWWW."
Trey's cock jerked so violently in her hands, Holly
almost lost her grip. It jerked again and she felt the
cum-tube under fingers swell dramatically. It was hard
to believe that she had been fantasizing about this
moment just a few minutes ago. The last waves of her
orgasm were rolling through her wet pussy, and Trey
was about to lose his load. But she certainly hadn't
imagined the spume of milky white semen that erupted
from Trey's cock-head. It jetted into the air in a
column that looked ridiculously high and solid. It
fell back of course, breaking into a viscous stream
that coated her hands and forearms. With one big
squirt, Trey had just multiplied the entire amount of
teen-cum she had seen in her lifetime tenfold. Another
blast, just as big and long, followed the first.
"Oh, baby, you're gonna' bust my nuts," Trey groaned.
He sat up halfway, wrapping one arm around her
shoulders, while knocking her hands off his rigid pole
with his other arm. He began to jerk himself with
furious strokes.
For a half-second Holly wondered what was going on,
but then a third, even more powerful stream of cum
launched from Trey's magnificent cock. She realized
that she'd been gripping his shaft so hard she'd
blocked some of the flow.
Trey pulled her close and his next volley of cum
slammed into her right nipple. "EEEEE..." she squealed
at the stinging sensation and the hot flow of cream
that splashed across her tits. The feeling was
incredibly erotic. She threw her leg between Trey's
legs and straddled his smooth, muscular thigh. As she
humped his leg in a frenzy she gasped, "Titty-fuck me,
Trey, titty-fuck me."
"Uhhh..." was all he could say as another jet of cum
shot in an arc over his shoulder. He surrendered his
steel hard spunk cannon to Holly's hands and the soft
confines of her cleavage. With a grunt, he collapsed
back on the mattress.
Holly wrapped her tits around Trey's shuddering cock
and then locked everything in place with her arms. His
broad shaft easily slid on her cum coated cleavage as
she blissfully road his thigh to a long, continuous
orgasm. The part of her mind that wasn't overwhelmed
with pleasure, marveled at his prodigious flow of
teen-cream. The stuff was on her face, in her hair and
dripping off her tits. When it wasn't landing on her,
the thick ropes of cum were landing with long splats
on the bed.
"Holy shit...Trey, your cock is...is sooooooo
amazing," she gasped out between waves of sexual
pleasure.
When Trey's final cum spouting spasm, which was still
four or five times the total output of the average
male, dripped across her heaving chest, Holly toppled
off his leg onto the mattress. For a full minute she
caught her breath, dreading the thought of having to
move, content to feel the heat from his body next to
hers. She wondered if they could snuggle a bit, maybe
even nap before the inevitable cleanup.
Apparently not, she thought when she felt him stir and
leave the bed. She opened her eyes in time to see Trey
advancing on her with the thick cotton towel from her
shower in hand. Two minutes later she was squealing,
"Aaaaa, stop, stop that tickles."
He had used the towel to clean their bodies of most of
the evidence of their sex play, but now he was using a
fluffy, dry edge to torture her into laughter. She
giggled and gasped as she ineffectually fought to
defend her ribcage. But she noticed that his cock
never got soft. Hell, it was as rigid as ever, plus,
he had worked his way between her legs. Her pussy was
very exposed and very wet. Finally, the tickling ended
and the deep, soulful kisses began. Holly couldn't
believe it. After a string of orgasms that was ten
times stronger than anything she could imagine, she
was aroused once more.
"I want to fuck that beautiful pussy of yours," he
said in a voice that was yearning as well as
demanding.
"Yeah, Trey, fuck me...get that big fucking cock
inside me," Holy said.
Trey painted her pussy lips with his pre-cum; it was
flowing freely once more. He parted her lips with his
fingers and put the tip of his monstrous rod in her
juicy pussy. He got the bulbous head inside, but then
Holly felt her muscles contract around the biggest
thing she'd ever had in there.
"You'll have to loosen up," Trey said with a grin.
"You're telling me," she said with a laugh. That broke
her tension enough for Trey to sneak in another inch
or two. "Mmmm... that's too good," she moaned. The
simple feeling of her pussy being so wonderfully
stretched was better than any full screw she'd ever
experienced.
Slowly, Trey began to stroke her pussy. The feeling
was amazing, she felt herself building to an orgasm
almost immediately. She had barely met Trey, but now
she couldn't imagine sex with anyone else but him.
Hell, maybe she was already ruined for any other man.
At that moment she didn't care that his mighty cock
might leave her unfulfilled with a lesser one. And
even if Trey hadn't been hung like a stallion, there
was still his self-confidence and boyish grin wrapped
up in a body that any girl would swoon...yes, swoon
over.
Her rising tide of lust rose up and burst. "I'm
coming... I'm COMING, TREY... AW SHIT... YES YES...
FUCK MEEEEEEE,"she screamed in a long wail. He was
sawing in and out of her pussy with foot long strokes.
She felt his monster balls smacking her in the ass
with every swing of his muscular hips. Only a few
seconds passed and she was having another pussy
clenching orgasm. "Ohmy god... OHMYGODD... FUCK, FUCK,
FUCK... YESSSSSSSS... YESSSSSSS!" she screamed. Her
cunt convulsed around Trey's plunging, raging mighty
teen-cock, making it feel even larger, even harder.
She came continuously, orgasm building on orgasm.
Just when she thought she was going to pass out,
Trey's cock seemed to balloon and then a surge of heat
filled her loins. He was coming, filling her pussy so
hard and fast she could swear that she felt the long
squirts. She definitely felt the wash of hot sperm
that gushed along the inside of her inner thighs.
"Oh yeah, baby...yeah," Trey said in something between
a grunt and a growl. He shut his eyes and threw his
head back as he pulled his cock from her clasping
pussy. Grabbing his dick he rubbed the head with short
choppy strokes. Thick teen-cream flew in every
direction. Holly watched as ropes of it landed on her,
on the bed and on the floor. A few mighty blasts flew
over her head and splattered across the bed's
headboard.
After producing an ordinary man's lifetime worth of
semen, Trey's cannon of a cock finally stopped firing.
"Mmmm... just a bit more to top it off," said Trey as
he ran his forefinger up his cum-tube and drew a
circle on top of her knee with the last of his milky-
white cream.
"That's awesome," said Holly, gathering up two fingers
worth of cum and rubbing it into her breast. "How do
you do it?"
Trey's boyish grin was back. "Clean living, lots of
liquids and a very beautiful partner to inspire me,"
he said. He caressed her cheek with surprisingly soft
fingertips.
"Awww...that's so..." Holly began, but didn't finish.
She heard footsteps in the hall and urgent whispers.
She knew it was too late. She didn't bother to try and
cover herself. For the first time in forever, her
parents had come home early. She could only watch as
they at first peaked around the corner of the door,
and then charged into her room.
*
"What the fuck is going on here?" roared the father.
John was an average looking man, middle age with a
slight paunch and thinning brown hair.
Holly's mother, Mary, looked stunned. She was an older
version of her daughter, petite with huge boobs and a
narrow waist. Her blonde hair was cut in a practical
bob with bangs that swept across her forehead. Her
gaze flitted from her daughter to Trey, to her cum
covered bed, to Trey's cock, to the enraged John, but
then her eyes went back to Trey and his magnificent
fuck tool and they lingered there.
Trey stood and grinned. "Holly and I were just having
a little fun," he said as he eyed Mary's form and
stepped from the bed. She was wearing a low cut top
that revealed cleavage. Clearly, she liked to show off
her sizable boobs.
"Fun!" screamed John, red faced. "I'll show you fun,
you son of a bitch." He leapt toward Trey and threw a
punch aimed at the teen's head. Trey merely leaned
aside and flipped up a forearm that deflected John's
fist. The older man stumbled and Trey helped him along
with a gentle push. John went to his knees.
Mary glanced at her husband long enough to determine
that the only thing he'd hurt was his dignity, then
she looked back to Trey. The awesomely handsome and
unbelievably well hung young stud was checking her
out. His eye flicked in a wink as his slightly
lopsided smile widened. From the corner of her eye she
saw John trying to get his feet under him.
"Oh be careful, darling," Mary said. "I'm sure he's
much...much stronger than you." Her eyes never left
the massive bulging muscles of Trey's arms, his broad
shoulders, the V-shape of his sculpted torso and of
course his fourteen inches that had yet to flag.
Holly had been cowering on the bed, but she looked up
as Trey took her hand and helped her down. "Babe," he
said, "why don't you go take a shower while I talk
things over with your parents?"
"Okay," she said meekly and fled to the nearby
bathroom. There was a double thud as she closed and
locked the door.
John launched himself from the floor, aiming to take
another swing at Trey, but the boy stepped back and
tripped the hapless father. He went sprawling onto the
cum soaked mattress.
"John, stop it!" admonished his wife. As he stood and
wiped at the sticky stains that he had collected on
his shirt and trousers, she said, "Look, you're too
upset. I know you want to defend Holly's honor, but
you need to let me handle this. Please clean up this
mess while Holly's friend and I have a talk."
Trey picked up his shorts and pulled them on. His
still mostly erect cock bulged sideways in the
undershorts, actually pulling the waistband away from
his ripped abs. His balls were so massive they
stretched the material until it looked as if it might
rip.
"Let's step outside," Mary told Trey. As he walked to
the door, she said over her shoulder, "Dear, use cold
water and plenty of upholstery cleaner."
John glared at Trey as he left the room, but he didn't
say anything. Obviously, he knew that he was
outmatched physically, and besides, his wife had given
him a way to save face.
Mary led Trey down the hall and into a guest bedroom.
A double bed practically filled the small room. A
night stand, wardrobe and dresser were the only other
furniture. She closed the door and turned to look at
Trey. Her eyes flicked from his face to his straining
cock and back again. Trey crossed his arms over his
chiseled pecs and looked at her expectantly.
"Uh...first," said Mary, "I knew that my daughter
wasn't a virgin, but are you the last of some sort of
gang that she was taking on? I mean her room is
practically covered in cum."
Trey chuckled. He hooked a thumb in the waistband of
his shorts and pulled it down until his massive love
muscle swung to the fore. He ran his finger the length
of his thick cum-tube. A viscous stream of pre-cum
flowed from the slit of Trey's lemon sized cock-head.
The clear stream poured like cold corn syrup. It was
pooling on the floor before the last of the stream
fell with a soft plop. "What do you think?" Trey
asked.
Mary felt a surge of warmth flow through her pussy.
This boy, she knew that he was only in his late teens,
had just produced more pre-cum than her husband
produced in a year. Mesmerized, she couldn't take her
eyes from Trey's monster dick as she said, "So I guess
it was all you?"
Trey shrugged off his shorts. He cupped his sack and
rolled his tennis ball sized cum eggs in the palm of
his hands. "It was all me. These babies produce cum
like you wouldn't believe." He pulled up on his cock
until it was against his muscled eight-pack. Stepping
closer to Mary he said, "Here, feel."
Mary couldn't help herself. She put her hand on the
bottom of Trey's low hanging nut sack. She was amazed.
She could palm only one of his massive testicles. "Oh
my god," she in surprise, "it's moving, vibrating...
something."
"My nuts are always making more cum," Trey said,
"especially when I'm around beautiful women."
Mary's face reddened. Trey was a teenager and here she
was, blushing as if she was twelve and he was her
older, unobtainable mad celebrity crush.
Trey eyed Mary. The woman was seriously hot. She was
wearing chocolate brown slacks that were molded to her
ass. Her top was a lighter shade of brown silk. Its
square cut bodice revealed the top of her breasts.
He'd been concerned for about two seconds when he'd
seen her striding into Holly' bedroom, but it was
obvious that this woman was sexually attracted to him.
Hell, she was still fondling his cum-eggs, rolling
them from one palm to the other.
He grasped his distended cock-shaft about midway along
its length. He pushed the head forward until it
brushed her left breast. Trey flexed his cock muscle
and more than a tablespoon of pre-cum landed on Mary's
top. He used the head of his cock to rub the syrupy
thick boy-cum into the material. In a few seconds he
could see the outline of her nipple.
Mary reluctantly released her hold on Trey's thrumming
cum-laden eggs. She stood up straight and thrust her
D-cup breasts proudly forward. She watched as Trey
repeated his nipple trick on her other breast. "I
don't know if I can get cum stains out of silk," she
said softly.
"I'm sure your husband can soak it in cold water,"
Trey said with a laugh. He could see in Mary's eyes
that the woman was his for the taking, just like her
daughter had been. He put his hands on her shoulders
and pushed her until the backs of her legs hit the bed
and she sat heavily on the edge.
Trey moved in, waving his steel hard cock in her face.
"Play with it," he told her.
Mary didn't even consider not doing so. She had to use
both hands to bring his big pole down to her lips. His
cock was amazing. She couldn't begin to get her
fingers around it and the damn thing was so alive.
It was almost hot to the touch and she could feel it
pulse and jerk in her hand.
Mary licked his wide cock-tip swirling her tongue
around the ridge. She was rewarded with a flow of pre-
cum that was surprisingly sweet. She gathered it on
her tongue and savored the taste. She licked up
another dollop. The stuff was heavenly. She licked and
sucked until she found that she was trying to dig the
hot boy pre-cum from the gaping slit at the tip of his
cock-head.
Fuck, she's really into it, thought Trey. "Suck on
it," he told her.
Mary found herself frenching Trey's cum-slit as if it
were a tiny mouth. She stretched her lips wide and
tried to engulf the entire head, but the huge glans
was just too big. She worked her hands back and forth
on his long pole of a shaft. She was rewarded with
more of his sweet nectar with every stroke of her
fingers.
The stuff warmed her tummy and seemed to pass straight
to her pussy, making it wetter and more sexually
charged by the second. Mary began to wonder if she was
going to have an orgasm by simply sucking off this
man-boy's super-cock. She grabbed at the bedclothes
and bunched a wad of down comforter between her legs
so that she would have something to hunch her clit
against. She hadn't done this since she was a
teenager, but she was amazingly horny.
Trey loved the feel of Mary's tongue and lips as they
slid around his oversized cock-head. Her hands milked
at his cum-tube causing pre-cum to flow continuously
from his slit. Mary couldn't seem to get enough of it.
She was moaning and rubbing her sweet ass on the bed
as she jerked off his pulsing cannon of a cock.
Damn, she's hot, thought Trey. He'd had to at least
finger and fuck Holly to her orgasms. But her mother,
Mary, looked as if she was going to cum from simply
making out with his massive tool. The thought made
Trey's balls bulge. He was going to lose his load big
time. "Coming," was the one word warning he grunted to
Mary.
Trey had just come twice within the last hour. The
daughter of the woman who was currently making love to
his mighty fuck tool had sucked him and fucked him
well. But his balls still felt bloated with teen cum,
as if he hadn't shot his load in days. Sexual pleasure
exploded in his mind just as surely as his first blast
of cum jetted from the cum-slit of his mighty cock.
Mary heeded Trey's warning. She centered her lips
around Trey's cum-slit. The thing was widening as was
his bulbous cock-head. She wanted to catch all of his
hot teen semen.
She didn't even come close. Trey's hot cream filled
her mouth, and as she fought to swallow it the second
blast was already there. The fountain of semen was on
the verge of choking her until she opened her lips and
let the astounding stream of cum coat her lips and
cheeks. That was merely the opening blasts.
Instinctively, she pulled down on the end of his cock,
and very nearly had it jerked from her hands as Trey's
groin muscles flexed and the next blast of teen cum
rocketed forth. It squirted hot and thick onto her
neck and flowed into the canyon between her tits.
She gulped down as much of the rich, creamy boy-cum as
she could manage. The stuff was ten times as potent as
his pre-cum. Mary frantically rocked her hips against
the bump of bedclothes that pressed against her clit
as she tried to drink down Trey's spewing juices. His
incredible cock jerked in her hand as it spewed
massive amounts of cum all over her face and chest.
Her top became soaked and clung to the curves of her
breasts. Her nipples stood out proudly against the wet
material in their arousal.
Mary's orgasm exploded from her soaked pussy.
"Ohhhh... ahhh fuck, fuck," she moaned as the waves of
sexual heat washed through her body. "So much fucking
cum," she gasped as Trey's semen still streamed from
his bucking cock-tip.
She began to come again. The mesmerizing power of this
teenager and his mind-blowing, mind-boggling
staggeringly awesome cock gave her the orgasm of her
life. It was as if she had taken every orgasm that her
husband, John, had managed to give her through the
years and then, not added, but multiplied them
together.
Mary seized the base of his giant shaft as he
unleashed load after load of thick, potent boy-cream
all over her face and heaving breasts. Mary was going
wild with pleasure. More and more orgasms exploded in
her overheated pussy. She took another mouthful of his
creamy nut-butter. Amazingly, he continued to crank
out more than she could easily swallow. As another
orgasm wracked her pussy, she fantasized about
bottling and selling Trey's potent seed as an
aphrodisiac.
Trey looked at Mary as he came off his mind numbing
orgasm. His balls had produced more than their usual
mega-load of cum. Mary was coated in the stuff. Her
earlier concern that he had stained her blouse with a
relatively minor amount of pre-cum was ludicrous
because her blouse was soaked by his mighty load of
spunk. He laughed as a rivulet of his teen-cream
leaked off her heaving breast and onto her lap.
"We need to take a shower," Trey said.
Mary mindlessly scooped a finger-full of cum off her
breast and put it in her mouth. She looked down, just
now realizing that she had been coated in Trey's hot
teen, nut-butter. "I think you're right," she said
with a dazed smile.
Trey pulled his undershorts back up, trapping his only
slightly less hard cock against his chiseled eight-
pack. He gathered up Mary in his arms. His still hot
cum rolled off Mary's tits and oiled up his hard abs.
He stepped into the hallway.
"Where's your bedroom?" he asked.
"Down the hall and to the left," Mary whispered as she
scooped a finger full of boy-cum off Trey's chest and
sucked it into her mouth.
In a few seconds they entered the home's master
bedroom. A large four-poster king-sized bed dominated
the room. The wall to his left was louvered closet
doors, so Trey headed to a door on the far side of the
bed. Sure enough, inside was a red tiled bathroom. The
shower, also in red tile, was large enough for six
as long as they were very friendly.
He put Mary on her feet and said, "Warm it up for us."
"Okay...yes," Mary said. Her tone was totally
submissive. It was as if she had been slavishly
servicing him for months instead of less than an hour.
She twisted the control lever as she watched Trey
shuck off his cum-slick undershorts. She turned,
expecting to finally see his magnificent tool shrunken
and hanging between his thighs. But his mighty pillar
of boy-meat was back to standing rigidly at attention
across his washboard eight-pack. His body was nearly
as impressive as his mighty cock. His v-shaped
muscular torso and his heavily muscled arms and legs
reminded her of award winning bodybuilders.
Trey laughed and said, "Don't you think you're wearing
too many clothes?"
"Hmmm?" Mary said. She had become mesmerized by Trey's
breath-taking body. She looked down and realized that
she looked as if she had already taken a shower a
cum shower that is. Her blouse was soaked in boy-sperm
and streaks of it were making their way down her
slacks.
"Here, let me help," Trey said. He stepped forward and
pulled Mary's soggy top up over her head. He tossed it
into a corner of the shower where it landed with a
sodden splat. He smiled into her eyes as he unzipped
her slacks and peeled them off her shapely hips.
Mary steadied herself by placing her arm on Trey's
bicep. It felt like warm, flesh covered steel. No
wonder he had been able to carry her in here so
effortlessly. She stepped out of her pumps, and then
pulled off her slacks. They were made of an expensive
wool blend that had to be dry-cleaned, but she tossed
the cum-stained clothing carelessly aside.
She was both relieved and pleased that she had worn a
matching bra and panty set this morning. Relieved,
because she might well have thrown on some of her more
matronly looking underwear, and pleased because she
knew that the lacy low-cut ecru bra and matching
bikini panties looked sexy. She always got a leering
smile from her husband when he saw them sort of like
the look Trey was giving her now.
Trey stepped in and kissed her. His tongue slipped
into her mouth as if he'd done it a thousand times.
One of his hands dipped into her panties. She felt the
band strip away from her sopping wet pussy lips. She
gasped as his finger eased past her blood engorged
labia. His other hand went to the clasp of her bra,
and she barely felt the tug as he undid the clasp with
his fingertips. My god, she thought. This boy was not
only hung beyond belief, he was also the smoothest
lover she'd ever had. In a few seconds she was
completely and unashamedly nude.
They stepped into the warm spray of water. Mary took a
full bottle of liquid soap and popped the cap. She
upturned the bottle and using both hands, she squirted
a long, strong stream of white soap over her boobs and
Trey's rampant cock. She chuckled deep in her throat
and said, "Remind you of anyone?"
"Maybe...if you emptied the bottle," said Trey. He
spread the soap over Mary's D-cup rack and swirled his
thumbs around her distended nipples.
"Oh baby, that feels good," Mary said. They spent
several minutes washing one another with nothing but
their hands. She couldn't find a soft spot of fat on
the amazing teen's body. He was nothing but hard
muscle and hard cock. Hard cock that was producing a
steady stream of pre-cum that bubbled out of the tip
and ran in rivulets down his immense shaft and balls
where it finally streamed onto the shower floor. He
was such an amazing stud. She hefted his cum-eggs in
the palms of her hands. They seemed even heavier and
larger than they had earlier.
Trey's hands explored every inch of her body, somehow
managing to sweep across her achingly hard clitoris
every few seconds. She was about to faint from desire.
Mary cupped her breasts and surrounded Trey's lemon-
sized cock-head with her sweet tits. She bobbed up
down, letting his copious amounts of pre-cum lubricate
their skin. "Trey, honey, fuck me... fuck me right
here in the shower. I've got to have your cock... I."
Trey smothered her mouth with kisses. Their tongues
yearned for the deepest recesses of their mouths,
slipping and sliding and twisting against one another.
Trey spun her about and wrapped an arm around Mary's
form, pinning her arms to her sides. With his free
hand he fondled the massive mounds of her tits,
tweaking and softly pinching her swollen nipples. Trey
then went to her pussy mound. He tickled her clit and
dipped a couple of fingers into her pussy.
She responded by swiveling her ass against his massive
pole trying to excite him into a good fuck. In turn,
he responded by driving his fingers into her pussy and
twisting. Each twist massaged her vaginal walls and
rubbed his palm against her hardened clit. He
concentrated on Mary's breathing and the way her pussy
pulsed against his fingers. He could feel the waves of
orgasm building in her body... and he wouldn't let it
happen. He brought her to the edge of a mind
shattering come a dozen times only to stop.
Mary was almost delirious with desire. "Trey... oh my
god, Trey... please, I can't take it." She was
sobbing.
With a flick of his hand, Trey shut off the water. He
carried her out of the shower and wrapped her in a
thick, soft bath towel. He talked to her as if she was
a child. "It'll be alright...you'll see," he said as
he dried her body. He swept her into his arms and
carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the silky
coverlet of the bed. He quickly dried his muscular
frame and joined her.
Mary's legs were spread wide. She had three fingers in
her pussy, pounding away as her free hand whipped back
and forth on her clit. "No, no," said Trey. He took
hold of her wrists and forced them away from her
erotic zone.
"Damn you," she hissed. Mary looked far from the
tastefully dressed suburban mom she had been a few
minute ago. Her uncombed hair swirled about her head
and her massive tits heaved as she panted with desire.
A sexual flush suffused her from her cheeks to her
nipples.
"Here," he said. He put her hands to his magnificent
hard-on. "Get me good and slick and then you'll get
what you want." He flexed his cock muscle and a burst
of teen pre-cum filled her palms.
Mary changed instantly back into the wanton slut she
had become. "Yes, yes, Trey," she said as her hands
flashed up and down his veined pole of a cock. More
pre-cum appeared and she alternated between licking it
off her fingers and slathering the syrupy liquid on
his massive love handle.
"That's enough, baby," Trey said. He bent his cock
down to Mary's pussy as she pushed it at him in eager
anticipation. He eased the oversized head of his
steely cock between her flowered pussy lips. Mary
couldn't have been wetter or more open, but Trey still
had to work his head side to side to make it fit.
"Damn, you're tighter than your daughter," he told
her.
"My God, who wouldn't be tight around your massive
fucker," Mary said as she hunched her hips upward,
trying to engulf more teen cock. That was when her
husband, John, walked in.
John had rolled up the sleeves of his stained dress
shirt. From his knees down, his pants were soaking
wet. He carried a towel that glistened heavily with
Trey's cum. He looked at the twosome on his bed. The
boy looked as if he had a third arm jammed in his
wife's cunt. "You son of a bitch; you can't rape my
wife and child," he screamed. He dropped the towel and
stepped toward the bed.
Mary thrust out her arm, palm outward. "Stop right
there, John," she said forcefully. "Holly wasn't
raped. And neither was I...am I being... raped."
John's anger seemed to deflate into despair. His wife
of many years was fucking this stud literally
underneath his nose. "But... but... in our marriage
bed?" he protested.
"Oh please," said Mary. "Maybe you didn't fuck any of
your paramours in our bed, but you can't plead that
you've been faithful to me."
John's shocked expression revealed that he thought his
affairs had been a secret. "Alright, I'm no saint,
but... but this boy, I mean I've always satisfied you.
I love you," he choked.
"I tolerated your philandering ways because you're a
good lay, John. You've got an above average dick
well above average and I'm sure you've kept all your
girlfriends happy in the sack. But, my god, have you
seen the power rutting up from between this boy's
legs? It's...it's in... incredible... oh fuck...oh
fuck, oh fuck... ohfuckohfuckOH FUCKKKK..."
When Mary caught her breath once more she said, "See,
John? His cock is just barely moving and I just had
the most marvelous orgasm."
"But, dear..." John began.
"Don't hover, John. If you want to stay in fact I
insist that you do stay, you might learn something
then sit down," she told her husband.
In the corner was a fabric covered chair next to a
side table which held a lamp and several women's
magazines. John shuffled to the chair and was about to
sit down when Mary said, "Don't stain my chair; take
off those wet pants."
As if in a daze, John stripped until he was clad only
in his shirt and boxers. He tried to look at anywhere
but the bed, but he couldn't ignore his wife's cries
of passion. Mary's legs were spread impossibly wide.
They had to be on order to accommodate her young
lover's impossibly huge dick. The boy's hand kneaded
Mary's marvelously firm tits as he ravaged her cunt.
She was loving it.
"Trey...oh shit, Trey... that's sooooo gooood. Your
cock... your great BIG FUCKING COCK... AHHHHHHHHH...
oh shit, oh shit... I can't... I can't stop
COMINGGGGG."
John couldn't tear his eyes away as Mary babbled on
through a whole series of orgasms. It was like some
sort of intimate porn. "Oh crap," he mumbled as he
felt his cock begin to stir. He was getting turned on.
The sight of this stud teenager and his curvaceous
wife getting it on was making him hard. Damn, but they
were magnificently sexy. His cock tented the thin
cotton of his shorts. He hooked his finger inside the
slit of his shorts and pulled it over his stiffy.
He was proud of his cock. He could lay a ruler on top
of it and measure off eight and a fraction inches
without fudging. It had given him real confidence when
he started dating. Not all the girls had been
impressed by his above average prong, but enough had
been to keep him in pussy. Mary had been deeply
impressed and their early sex life had been amazing.
But then Holly had come along and their coupling had
become more or less routine. John had strayed; there
were plenty of grown women out there who liked their
co
cks on the large size.
John stroked his hard-on. He hadn't masturbated in
months. It felt strange, but oddly exciting. God, but
that boy was hung. Eight inches? Hell, the amount of
cock that boy wasn't using, the amount left over after
plumbing the depth of Mary's cunt, was almost eight
inches. He was easily driving her to orgasm after
orgasm. The boy took a deep breath and doubled his
stroke.
It looked as if he was about to blow his load. He
wondered how much those big balls could make. The boy
had practically ruined the bed in Holly's room with
his viscous cum. Could he have much left? John bet he
did. He bet this was going to be amazing. His hand
flashed up and down his cock. He wanted to shoot his
load with the boy.
"Here it comes!" Trey warned Mary.
"Yes, Trey, yes...fill me with your hot cum. Give me a
fucking cream shower," she gasped as yet another pussy
clenching orgasm raced through her body.
Trey's cock muscles tightened and sent a hot load of
teen-spunk into his lover's grasping pussy. There was
enough in that first shot to overwhelm her vaginal
canal. Cum streamed from her pussy lips and coated
Trey's bloated cock-shaft. He continued to thrust away
lustily, but his next cum-load left Trey fucking
nothing but his own hot semen. He withdrew his bucking
fuck-pole and began to jerk it off. With long splats,
his hot cum slammed into Mary's quivering tits.
"Oh yes, baby. Cover me in that hot cream of yours,"
she urged him. She propped herself up on one elbow.
With her free hand, Mary either scooped up Trey's cum
and licked it off her fingers, or else she lovingly
massaged it into the silky soft skin of her bosom.
The sight of Trey's incredibly powerful and voluminous
load of cum set off John's cock. His fingers jiggled
the sensitive skin below his cock-head. A thick stream
of cum a couple of inches long erupted from his cum-
slit and landed on his boxers just above his leg. Four
more streams joined the first one before his cock-
muscles stopped their spasms. John sighed in
contentment; that had been a nice, full cum. He looked
up to see Trey eyeing him despite the fact that the
boy was still in the throes of orgasm.
Trey's torso twisted and John saw him elevate his
awesome cock. A long stream of cum arced from its tip
and flew through the air. Before John could move, the
hot stream of teen-cum landed in his lap and trailed
down his leg. In one shot, Trey had just drowned what
John had thought of as a manly display of semen. John
sighed, he bet that if he came just like he had every
day for a year, he couldn't equal what Trey was
managing in one amazing orgasm.
John saw that his wife was watching him in amusement.
"Come here," she said, curling her finger at him.
John wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and
hope that this bizarre afternoon, which had alternated
between humiliation and some sort of strange cock
worship, would end as soon as possible. Seeing that
Trey's unfathomable cum show had finally stopped, John
arose and walked to his wife's side. The sticky
wetness of his and Trey's semen pulled at his shorts.
"Lick my tits," Mary told him.
John bit his lower lip as he watched Trey scoot off
the bed and stretch his amazingly fit body. "But,
darling..." he began to say.
"If you want to have even the hope of touching me
again, John, you'll lick the cum from my tits now,"
she told him. She scooped up a finger full of the
glistening liquid and popped it into her mouth. "It's
quite tasty," she said with a laugh. "And who knows,
maybe it'll make your cock grow. NOW DO IT."
John found himself bending at the waist almost despite
himself. He didn't want to lose his wife, and... and
maybe it wouldn't be so bad. His tongue stretched
forward.
*
Holly took a long, hot shower. She was immensely
grateful to Trey not only for the hot sex, but also
for volunteering to face her parents alone. She was
surprised that she hadn't heard a lot of yelling,
particularly from her father. In fact, the relative
silence had been kind of unnerving.
She stepped out of the shower and began to dry off.
That had been her second shower of the afternoon and
her skin and hair were particularly lustrous. Maybe it
was the effect of Trey's cum that had practically
coated her from head to foot. She smiled at her
reflection in the mirror. No doubt the effect was more
psychological than physical, but she did have a kind
of glow.
Holly sighed. It was time to face the music. She put
on a bathrobe and opened the door. And there were no
angry parents to face. Her bed had been stripped and
it looked as if someone had wiped up the evidence of
Trey's massive cum load. She opened her bedroom door
and stepped into the hallway. She could hear her
mother's voice coming from her parent's bedroom.
"Give it to me, baby. Fuck me... fuck me with that big
dick. I love it... I love it, Trey."
Holly's jaw dropped. What the fuck? Trey was screwing
her mother? Where was her father? Her mind reeled.
She'd been all set to receive the lecture of a
lifetime, and to hear that she was grounded for weeks
or months. She'd also been all set to defy her parents
and see Trey and his magnificent cock as often as
possible. After all, they went to school together.
Holly ran her fingertip down her cute, button nose and
tapped her lip in thought. Her father had probably
thrown Trey out the door and then gone to his club to
drink with his buddies. He did that when he was upset.
But then Trey had come back and somehow he'd hooked up
with her mother.
Holly jammed her fists into the pockets of her robe.
How dare that slut steal her boyfriend or lover or
fuck buddy or whatever? She'd show her.
She did her hair and makeup in record time and then
went to her closet. She reached beneath a pile of soft
luggage that had been tossed into a corner and pulled
out a slim box. She'd bought this at a going-out-of-
business sale for a ridiculously low price, never
knowing when she'd be able to wear it - certainly not
in front of her parents. She shrugged out of her robe
and tossed it on the bed. From the box, she pulled out
a babydoll nightie and slipped it on in front of her
full length mirror. The half-cups of the bra lifted
and pushed at her breasts until they were high and
tight and she was showing an amazing amount of skin
and cleavage.
A large pink bow hid the front clasp and partially
covered the open front of the babydoll. The sheer
material, which hid nothing of her figure, fell to the
tops of her legs. Everything was pink. The cups were
dark pink, and the sheer material was a very light
pink. Every edge was fringed in a medium pink lace.
She picked up the matching pan
ty. She was about to put it on when she stopped and
grinned. After twirling the panty around her finger a
couple of times, she tossed it atop her robe and left
the room.
*
Trey slipped off the bed. His mighty cock had been
satisfied to the point that the tip was beginning to
sag a bit. He smiled at the play between Holly's
parents. She had certainly cut off his balls. He was
licking cum off her tits as if it was ice cream, and
he seemed to like it. Trey chuckled and checked his
watch.
It was time for him to workout. He had planned on
doing some work on his arms. Now, if he could only
remember where he'd left his shorts. Were they in the
bathroom? He turned in that direction, but then
movement caught his eye. Holly had stepped into the
room. Her eyes widened when she saw her parents. After
a second or two, her stunned expression turned more to
amusement.
Trey saw her dismiss her parents and turn her eyes to
him. Her bow of a mouth smiled. Damn, but she looked
hot. All creamy skin and pink negligee. She was the
perfect picture of innocence and sexuality. Trey felt
his cock become totally erect once more.
She strutted across the room, head high, shoulders
back, letting her generous breasts leading the way.
When she reached Trey, she took his face in her hands
and kissed him as deeply as she could manage.
"Too tired?" she asked as they parted.
"What do you think?" he asked. He flexed his cock
muscles and syrupy pre-cum leapt from the wide slit in
his cock-head and fell back to begin it's long slide
down the outside of Trey's prominent cum-tube.
"I think you're amazing," she said, her eyes wide with
excitement. "What about me, am I ready?" She took his
hand placed it on her pussy mound.
"Baby, I'd say you're juicy and hot," Trey said with a
smile. "Should we go to your room?" he asked,
inclining his head toward Holly's parents. She shook
her head and gave him a sultry smile.
"Do it in front of the parents. I like that," said
Trey. "Turns you on, doesn't it?"
"I couldn't be more turned on," said Holly as she
lightly ran a fingernail the length of Trey's
inflexible shaft.
Trey was struck with inspiration. He saw how he could
get a workout for his arms as well as another piece of
pussy. He led Holly to the center of the room and
said, "Put your arms around my neck."
"Like this?" she said innocently as she slid her hands
over his chiseled pecs and behind his neck. Her tits
squashed across his lower chest. Amazingly, she could
feel his cock-head brush against her breasts.
"Hold on, baby," Trey said. He grabbed her ass cheeks
just where they joined her legs and lifted her into
the air. Holly squealed in surprised amusement as her
legs spread and she suddenly found herself a head
taller than her muscular lover.
"You smell good," Trey said with his face buried in
her teen bosom. It took a bit of prodding and pushing,
but then his drooling cock-head found its target. He
lowered Holly's silky pussy lips over his mammoth
pole.
"Oh, Trey... omygod... oh fuck... oh shit, baby,"
Holly moaned. She squirmed and twisted and shifted her
weight about, not in pain, but in an effort to get as
much fuck-meat as possible into her teen pussy.
Despite the fact that Holly was climbing his frame
like a kid on a playground jungle gym, Trey stood rock
steady, his feet planted wide. He was really getting
turned on by the feel of her satin-covered breasts
with their distended nipples as they moved around on
his chest. Not to mention the heavenly sensation of
having her pussy twist about on his super-cock.
"Oh, Trey...oh fuck, Trey... you're in so deep," she
gasped, settling down.
"Here we go," Trey said. His biceps flexed as he
effortlessly lifted Holly several inches straight up,
and then lowered her once more. He used Holly like a
life-sized masturbation toy, sliding her deliciously
tight cunt up and down on his increasingly aroused
dick.
"Ohhhhhhhh, darling, that's so good," Holly said in a
throaty voice. She couldn't believe that she'd just
called this hot teenager darling. Well, why not? She
was in love with him. She'd been with a couple of
other guys, but they were nothing next to the super-
stud, Trey. He was thrilling her a thousand, no, a
million times more than they ever had - a million
times more than any other man was ever likely to. With
a frightening suddenness, she came.
"Trey...Trey...OHMYGOD, TREY," she shouted as the
waves of orgasm rolled through her pussy.
"That's it, baby... come all over my big dick," Trey
urged her. He was beginning to feel the burn in his
muscles. Even his well-developed arms couldn't toss a
hundred or so pounds of beautiful teen girl around
indefinitely. He flexed his knees and added thrusting
loins into the mix. The speed of his thrusts doubled.
"Oh shit...oh shit...OH FUCK... OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK,"
Holly screamed as she came again.
Over on the bed, Mary watched as Trey plowed into her
daughter. She had one hand on her husband's head as he
licked and slurped Trey's cream from her tits. Her
other hand slipped to her clit. A minute ago she would
have sworn that she had been so thoroughly fucked by
Trey's monster cock that she wouldn't be horny again
for a month. But she felt the stirrings again. The
live porn show between her daughter and her god-of-sex
friend was turning her on. She shoved at her husband's
head.
"Get down there, John," she told him. "Get your nose
on my clit and shove your tongue up my twat as far as
you can." She was disappointed that it wasn't Trey's
cock in her sloppy wet pussy. But she couldn't be
jealous of Holly; it was easily apparent that Trey was
more than enough stud for the both of them and no
telling how many more women.
John moved to obey. His face skidded across her cum
coated tummy. He had to swallow a couple of mouthfuls
of Trey's semen first, but then he was able to stuff
his tongue into his wife's pussy.
"That's it, fucker," Mary told the top of his head.
She crossed her feet on his back and began to hunch
her pussy on his face.
Trey smiled into Mary's eyes as he kept her daughter
in a state of perpetual orgasm. He could feel the
pressure building in his richly potent balls. Mary
threw her hips up and down on her husband's face like
a mad woman. She wanted to come, and she wanted to do
it now. Even John was getting in on the act, or at
least he was trying to. He'd managed to get to his
knees just enough to get his hand on his dick, and
even though he was desperately stroking and shaking
it, he couldn't get it hard. It was flopping around
like a thick, wet noodle.
"Fuck her, you big cock son of bitch. Fuck my little
girl... FUCK HER... OHHH FUUUUUCK!" Mary howled. She
wrapped her arms around her big tits and held on as
her pussy went into spasms of orgiastic pleasure.
That set Trey off. He felt a massive surge of pleasure
emanating from his cock-head as the first cum rocket
surged up his extra-long sperm tube. Damn, it was as
hot and fresh as his first cum of the day. The pencil
thick shot of viscous cream blasted with unprecedented
force out of his cum-slit and overwhelmed Holly's
pussy. He held the buxom girl tightly. Her hot body
was practically vibrating from her continued orgasms
and that made her pussy massage his massively spewing
cock-head. Their sex juices poured out of her cunt,
streamed down his balls and pooled on the rug.
When their fantastic orgasms finally subsided, Holly's
head slumped onto Trey's shoulder. He'd fucked her
unconscious. He carried her to the bed and laid her
next to her mother. Mary lay with her arm across her
eyes, unmoving. She seemed to be asleep. Even good old
John was out of it. His head rested on his wife's
thigh and he was snoring softly. It looked as if he'd
finally managed to get his rocks off a second time. A
tiny trail of watery cum led from his shriveled cock-
tip down to the bedspread.
Trey sighed. This had been an interesting and
rewarding afternoon. He was certain that Mary and
Holly would be his anytime he wanted, and he was just
as certain that John would go along with it. He looked
around. Now... if he could just remember where he'd
thrown his shorts.
End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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