“So, you coming over or what?”
“Not tonight,” said Johnny as he finally fished out his Progress Report from the final quarter of school. “I promised my neighbor I’d babysit.”
“Then I’ll come over after you put the kid to sleep.”
“That’s not a good idea,” Johnny said as he shut his bedroom door behind him and headed down the stairs. “This family is very particular about who they let watch their toy.”
“Their what?”
“I mean, their little boy.” Johnny headed out the front door, only pausing to look both ways before he crossed the street. A car idled down the cul de sac and Johnny had to wait for it to pass. “Listen, Stacey, I gotta go. I’ll call you later.”
He hung up the phone and made his way across the now clear street. He crossed an immaculate lawn that had to be mowed at least three times a week. He bounded up the stairs and rang the Joneses’ doorbell.
Mrs. Jones answered the door in a low cut sundress that barely covered her ass. “Hey Johnny,” she said brightly ushering him in.
“Hey Mrs. J. Is Courtney here yet?”
“Yes, she is. She’s trying to settle Toy down for her nap.”
“Can I help?”
“Do you have something for me first?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Johnny whipped out his progress report.
Mrs. Jones’ grin spread as her eyes flicked over the report. “Johnny, I am so proud of you. You’ve turned these D’s into B’s. I knew you could do it.”
“Yeah,” he shrugged. “I guess I just needed a little motivation.”
Mrs. Jones reached up and gave him a wet kiss right on the mouth. For a moment, Johnny lost himself as Mrs. Jones tied his tongue in tangles. He nearly forgot he was here to play with Courtney and Toy with Mrs. J’s lips pressed against his groin and her breasts pressed against his chest.
Mrs. Jones pulled away leaving them both breathless. “I’m backing cookies. You want some?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’ll have them ready for you after you finish playing, okay.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Mrs. Jones turned and headed into the kitchen. Johnny watched her walk away. His cock throbbed at the sight of her pert ass peaking out beneath the hemline. But the loud moans coming from the first floor bedroom caught his attention and carried his feet in that direction. Johnny went down the hall and into the open door. Inside he found Courtney sitting on Toy’s face.
“Hey Johnny,” Courtney grinned as she ground her pussy down into Toy’s mouth. “You come to give me a hand?”
“Yeah,” he said as he began to strip out of his clothes.
“Thanks,” said Courtney. “I really appreciate it. She’s being a pain in the ass as usual.”
Johnny pulled open the nightstand and pulled out a condom.
“You getting ready for college?” Courtney asked as she leaned forward and swiveled her hips all around Toy’s face.
“Yeah, I toured the men’s athletic dorms last weekend.” Johnny tore open the packet with his teeth and rolled the latex over his erection.
“Those are some nice rooms.” Courtney raised her hips and Toy took a deep breath.
“Do I want to know how you know the rooms are nice?”
Courtney grinned, then she sat back down on Toy’s face. She tossed her head back. Her full breasts pointed into the air as she rode Toy’s tongue.
Johnny knew Courtney was a paid escort, and that that was how she paid for college. Luckily he’d gotten a full ride to college. But thinking about it, he wasn’t much different from her. He was being paid for the use of his body through the sport of football.
And like Courtney, he didn’t mind being used, as long as he got a bit of pleasure out of the deal. Courtney liked sex and cash. Johnny did too. Being a quarterback had gotten him a lot of sex. And this scholarship would provide the cash to get him out of his mom’s house.
He was excited Courtney would be on the campus. Even though she was a junior, he was sure to see her around. They’d become cool in the last few weeks that he’d been helping her wear out the Joneses’ toy. They’d even fucked in her car one night after hanging out.
He liked Courtney -like liked her. She was the type of girl a guy could kick back and have a beer with while they discussed serious issues. Watch sports with and talk about stats. Fuck without her getting possessive or clingy and catching feelings. And then, after all that, she was the type of girl that was all too happy to kick back watch Die Hard.
Yeah, Courtney was pretty perfect and Johnny was glad they were friends.
“Heads or tails?” she asked him as she climbed off Toy’s face.
That was the other thing about Courtney; she was considerate when it came to sex.
“Tails,” said Johnny.
He leaned over the bed and flipped Toy over. He reached back into the dresser and pulled out a vile of oil that he dribbled over her asshole.
Beside him, Courtney opened up the toy chest. She reached in and pulled out the harness to a strap on. Once it was secure around her hips, she reached back in the chest and grabbed a ten inch cock.
Johnny raised an eyebrow. “Has she been that bad?”
Courtney smirked and rolled her eyes. She clicked the dildo into place. “Mrs. Jones said they’re having guests over tonight. She wants Toy to go to, and stay, asleep. So, I’m bringing out the big guns.”
Courtney gave a shake of her hips and the dildo flopped against each side of her hips, nearly smacking her ass with its length.
Johnny chuckled at her antics.
Toy moaned as she watched the display.
Johnny pulled Toy’s hips back against his groin. He oiled up his sheathed dick and then slid it into her welcoming ass. For a moment he just held there, enjoying all her nooks and crannies.
Toy was well used, but she was a small girl. No matter how many times and ways she was stretched, all her channels were always snug. With a sigh of pleasure, he began to move in and out of her.
He’d had a couple of girls that let him stick it up their ass. But it was always slow going and a lot of coaxing and sometimes a bit of alcohol for liquid courage.
Toy spread her knees and pushed back against him to get more of him inside.
Johnny didn’t know why he was so preoccupied with ass fucking. But it felt different from pussy fucking. Not better. Just different.
He loved everything about sex. The gushy juices, the squishing of sensitive body parts, the smells, the tastes, the sounds, the sight, and the feel of it all.
But something about sticking his dick in a girl’s ass heightened every one of his senses. His mind slipped back to the time when Mr. Jones had stuck his dick up hi’s ass. Johnny had moaned just like Toy was doing now.
Johnny wanted another round with Mr. J’s dick. But Mr. J had been working a lot of late nights and he hadn’t been home to play the last few weeks. Mrs. Jones always invited him in, and Johnny loved licking her sweet cunt. He loved that she let him put it anywhere he wanted without protest or foreplay. But where Johnny really wanted to put his dick was in her husband’s ass.
Johnny let go of that fantasy and turned his attention back to Toy. Courtney had climbed on the bed and was now preparing Toy’s pussy for that monster cock strapped to her hips.
Courtney knelt in front of Toy and shoved the cock down her throat to get it wet. Johnny’s pace picked up a bit as he heard the gurgling sounds of a cock being shoved deep down someone’s throat.
Courtney slipped under Toy and began to slowly shove her way inside Toy’s tight pussy. Johnny felt the pressure of the dildo as it joined him. The thick fit was enough to make him want to nut, but he grit his teeth and held on.
With Courtney all the way inside, Toy was making whimpering sounds like she was being suffocated. And she was. There was no give between the thin walls that separated her ass from her cunt. Both Johnny and Courtney held still as Toy’s muscles contracted around them.
P
oor Courtney couldn’t feel the contractions in the tight channel that was Toy’s pussy. But Johnny could. He growled and dug his fingers in Toy’s hips as he willed his hips and his balls to hold on. The moment her contractions stopped he began to pump into her again.
Johnny and Courtney found a rhythm where they traded space in her tight sheath. He would thrust and Courtney would retreat, and then they’d trade spaces, neither fulling exiting Toy’s body.
Toy was orgasming again within just a few seconds of thrusting. This time Johnny pulled out to wait for the contractions to subside. The moment he saw her stop trembling he shoved himself back inside.
By now Toy’s limbs were shaking and she couldn’t hold herself up. Courtney and Johnny held her limps and torso as they both continued to pound relentlessly into her. Mrs. Jones had said to make her comatose, and that’s what they intended to do.
Johnny closed his eyes and gave over to the sound of the slapping of thighs. The feel of tight, wet, soft skin against two hard cocks. The smell of cum and sweat. He filled his hands with Toy’s breasts and pinched her nipples -hard.
Her body shook violently. Johnny couldn’t pull out soon enough and she took him down with the force of this orgasm. He thrust into her as she contracted and gushed and screamed.
With his balls empty he rolled off her. Toy lay panting on top of Courtney. Courtney still thrust up and into the poor girl as Toy whimpered.
Courtney flipped Toy’s body over. Now on her knees with Toy’s legs in the air, Courtney continued to pummel her pussy. Toy lay still on the bed. Her face was contorted into an exhausted mix of pleasure and pain.
“Be a good girl,” coaxed Courtney. “Give Ms. Courtney one more. You want to make Mistress happy don’t you? Let me see that pretty kitty clench. That’s a girl. Come on.”
Johnny rolled over to his side and watched Courtney work. He watched her breasts rise and fall against her chest. The pink buds were two tight points. He looked at her fingernails digging into Toy’s inner thighs. He watched her hips work, thrusting like a man’s.
Finally, Toy’s body shook and shuddered one last time. She cried instead of moaned. Then she pulled her knees up to her chest and rolled onto her side. She was softly snoring within a minute, completely spent.
Courtney took a deep breath in and let it out as she looked down and surveyed her handiwork.
“Hey?” said Johnny. “Did you get off?”
She shook her head no.
“Come on.” He rolled over to make room for her on the bed.
He undid the strap, unhooked the cock, and spread Courtney’s thighs. He licked up the inside of her right thigh, taking in the sweat from her exertion and the cum from Toy. He repeated the process with the left side. Then he settled down onto his belly, tossing her thighs over his shoulders, to give her a long, slow tongue bath.
With no rush, he licked both of her labia clean until only his saliva coated her. Once her labia and core were cleaned, Johnny focuses his attention on her bud. He made slow, lazy circles.
Courtney rested a hand in his hair, not directing or urging him on. Her body relaxed as he nuzzled at her. Johnny had no idea how long he spent between her legs when she finally began to come. He knew it had been a long time because she came with her entire body, in that way when a woman had been licked at for an hour or more.
When Courtney stilled, Johnny made his way up the bed. He rested his head against the pillow with Toy at his back and Courtney in his arms. She rested her head against his chest.
“Thanks, for helping out, Johnny. And thanks for that orgasm. I really needed it.”
Johnny knew that Courtney’s work wasn’t always satisfying as she had to put her client’s needs before hers. He’d come over to help with Toy, but he’d also come to help with Courtney. It was the gentlemanly thing to do.
“Of course,” he said. “That’s what friends are for.”
The Birthday Present
Mr. Jones watched as his wife slurped the oyster into her perfect mouth. Her velvet tongue slipped out to catch the oils that escaped her lips. She closed her eyes. A groan emanated deep from her throat. And then she swallowed. His girl always swallowed.
When she opened her eyes, he slid the next dish in front of her. It was dessert. A dark chocolate cake with fudge.
Her eyes lit and she laughed as she grabbed her fork. “Babe, why all the aphrodisiacs? You know I’m a sure thing. You’re getting lucky as soon as we get home. Probably in the alley before we get to the car. And then again in the driveway.”
Mr. Jones reached out and wiped a smudge of chocolate from the corner of her mouth. He put his thumb in his mouth and tasted the dollop. The frosting was sweeter having come from her mouth.
“We’re not going home,” he said. “I still need to take you to your present.”
Her eyes lit up. It was her birthday. He’d pulled out all the stops tonight.
“It’s a place?” she asked. “A vacation?”
“Something like that.”
He had to get more and more inventive each year they were together. His honey bud liked all the normal things that tickled a woman’s fancy like jewelry, and expensive clothing, and perfumes. But those things didn’t light a spark in her eyes. It was that spark that he was after. He was sure what he’d arranged for her this evening would light a fire that would last the rest of the year.
“Eat up,” he said. “I want us to get there soon.”
She did as she was told, trying to finagle hints from him every other bite.
After she swallowed the last bite, Mr. Jones paid the bill and handed her out of her seat. She took a step towards the exit, but he guided her to the back of the restaurant.
They passed through the kitchens and went down a level. There were brick walls on two sides of the room that they entered. The far wall was lined with the doors of refrigerators. A slight chill filled the room as cold air escaped from beneath the stainless steel doors. Large wooden carving tables decorated the center of the room. From the ceiling there were meat hooks hanging from the wall.
Four men sat on a couch chatting in the corner. Their conversation paused when the Joneses entered the room.
Mrs. Jones’ breath caught with all eyes on her. She looked to the men and then to her husband. “For me?”
Mr. Jones grinned. “Give me your panties.”
Her eyes lit. The sparkle he’d hoped to see ignited. She not only gave him her panties. She stripped bare and handed him her bra and dress as well. She left her heels on.
The four men came nearer, but they didn’t touch.
“Hands,” Mr. Jones said to his wife.
She gave them over eagerly. He bound her hands with fur lined handcuffs. Then he leaned down and gave his wife a long, wet kiss.
“Happy birthday, honey bud,” he said giving her a shove into the group of men.
“I love you,” she said as the men hefted her up to one of the meat hooks. She raised her cuffed hands and her naked body was left dangling from the ceiling.
She loved that man. With every fiber of her being she worshiped her husband for his thoughtfulness, his consideration, his total and utter depravity.
Mrs. Jones tried to keep her husband in her line of sight as mouths and hands covered every bit of real estate of her tan skin as she hung helpless from the hooks in the ceiling. But the crowd blocked him from her view. Still, just the thought of her husband watching her being taken by four, large men excited her more than any other birthday wish ever could.
Two different mouths encircled her breasts. One licked the underside of one of her mounds. The other bit and tugged at a nipple. The two different treatments of her breasts sent her brain into overdrive.
A hand parted her cunt and rubbed roughly along her folds. Another hand toyed with her ass, squeezing and then slapping at her cheeks. The sounds of slaps, and sucking, and wet rubbing had her panting before anything really good had even happened.
Mrs. Jones felt hard bodies against her back,
both of her sides, and her front. There was no escaping their hands, their tongues, and soon enough their throbbing, long, thick, straining cocks.
She felt the soft heads of one of them pressing at her belly. She felt another hard length part her ass cheeks. She felt precum smear across her right thigh.
Her legs were raised from the floor. The man in front, along with the one behind her, both knelt down. The two at her sides held her up to them like an offer.
Mrs. Jones felt two tongues at each end of the lower half of her body. The one in front took long, slow licks at her cunt. The one behind circled her puckered hole, fast and furious.
She wanted to shove both of their heads against her core and against her ass. But she didn’t have the use of her hands. She had little to no control over her legs as she dangled in the air under their support. She could do nothing but hang there and take whatever they wanted to do to her.
She opened her eyes and caught her husband’s gaze. He lounged back on the couch watching her with a smile in his eyes. He cupped his hand and leaned his chin in his cheek. He gazed at her like she was a favorite painting and he was in a museum at lunchtime for a break from the rat race. His smile touched his lips, and he blinked slowly, like his eyes were the shutters of a camera and they were capturing this moment to hold forever.
Mrs. Jones wanted to shout how much she loved him, but her attention was brought back to the gang around her body. A bottle of oil replaced the tongue at her ass. She felt the guy there working two slicked fingers up her ass. She wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to give so much care. She liked her sex a little rough and with a touch of pain.
But she didn’t say anything. She suspected each man would be taking a turn in each of her holes, and a little extra lubrication would be welcome by the time number four got his turn.
Soon her ass was filled with a thick cock as her breasts continued to be licked and pinched. The man at her wet pussy stood and entered her too. The two men inside her pumped in tandem.
She was a seesaw. Her body went up and down at the simultaneous advance and retreat. Pretty soon, she felt the orgasm building.
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