“Oooooooh,” Maggie moaned, Jasmine’s hungry licking which was mixed, I assumed, with the intense vibrations of the washing machine really enhancing her pleasure. “Don’t stop, slut!” Maggie added, kind of getting the hang of it.
“No I won’t, Mistress Maggie,” Jasmine moaned, both from my hard fucking and from hearing the ‘S’ word aimed at her by a novice for the first time in real life I assumed… although I hadn’t a clue.
“Eat my cunt, you nasty slut,” Maggie ordered, her orgasm close, and this new sexual side of her testing its wings.
“Mmmmmmm,” Jasmine moaned upon hearing the order, and I was impressed by Maggie’s transformation, which had shifted her from cute to hot in a heartbeat.
“You like watching your Mom doing your job for you, don’t you, you Sorry Sissy?” Maggie asked fiercely, this transformation awakening enough fortitude in her to stand up to her boyfriend as well.
“Maggie,” he whined, uttering a single word yet again in shock, frustration or exasperation. Probably all three.
“Answer the fucking question,” Maggie snapped.
“Yes I do,” he admitted, and I smiled, very impressed by the sudden shift in Maggie. Maybe she was a switch, or maybe, very much like me, a new sexual confidence had awakened inside her, since her kink had just been allowed to come out and play for the first time.
“Oh God, your Mom eats pussy so fucking good,” Maggie moaned, her eyes boring right into him now… the polar opposite of her shy, meek demeanour of just a few minutes ago.
“Get your Mistress off, Jasmine,” I ordered, as I kept pounding her from behind.
“Yes, Master,” Jasmine responded, the hierarchy of power being made abundantly clear. Me at the top of course, and then Maggie, then Jasmine, and finally the pitiful guy Maggie had just named ‘Sorry Sissy’. Or maybe the name wasn’t permanent; she was welcome to change her mind whenever she wished.
“Oh yes, fuck, your Mom is my pet pussy licker, Ben,” Maggie sang out, her eyes remaining on his, while she grabbed the back of Jasmine’s head and pulled it deeper into her wetness.
“Come all over her face,” I urged.
“I want that humongous dick inside me next,” she told me, grinding her hips a little against Jasmine’s wet face.
So now she was ordering me around? Okay, I didn’t have to be top dog all the time. “It will be my pleasure, Mistress Maggie.” I said compliantly, glancing back at Ben, who was in a complete daze… and his dick was still hard.
“You hear that Ben?” Maggie said. “I’m going to let Kevin fuck me, and you’re going to watch him make me come like gangbusters!”
Ben didn’t say anything… he just remained slumped forward like the bereft cuckold he now was. My unvoiced question was: was he enjoying this? Enjoying being humiliated? Enjoying seeing his Mom, and soon his girlfriend getting fucked? His lack of any protesting against her proclamation about my fucking her implied that he was, although I suppose it could also be him being completely defeated after the past twenty minutes or so of utter humiliation not only by his girlfriend, but also by his mother unexpectedly emerging from her longstanding cocoon of respectable schoolteacher, and suddenly transformed into the butterfly of a wild and crazy slut!
“Oh yeah, slut Jasmine, eat me, suck on my clit,” Maggie exhorted her pet, clearly about to come.
“Come all over our sluttiest slut’s face,” I added, making sure I remained part of this kinky threesome… which wasn’t quite as kinky as my threesome had been with my Mom and Ms. Chan, but was still pretty wild.
“Oh fuck Ben, your Mom is getting me off,” Maggie said, then added wickedly in spite, “which you never did.”
“He couldn’t, with that dick,” I added, glancing back at him and his tiny less than pint-sized penis.
“Oh yes, oh fuck, I’m… I’m… I’m… fuuuuuuuck,” Maggie babbled, not even able to finish the sentence as her orgasm hit. Her facial expressions during the last few seconds before her orgasm were priceless. A look of complete bewilderment on her face, and it was obvious she’d never felt such pleasure before… for indeed Ben had never gotten her off… and if she masturbated, her orgasms from flying solo would have been nowhere near the pleasure Jasmine was giving her right now. As her orgasm struck, she closed her eyes and her entire body quaked… her larger than I would have thought tits shaking around like a small earthquake tremor… the vibrations from the washing machine likely adding something extra to her completely climactic bliss.
I kept fucking Jasmine.
Jasmine kept licking Maggie, assuredly enjoying the sweet nectar of a teen girl’s cum.
It was a minute later, perhaps longer, when Maggie opened her eyes and said, gazing at me with a lust I’d never get used to, but always greatly enjoyed, “Kevin, I want you to fuck me now.”
“Sure,” I said. And resuming control, I instructed the two women, “Jasmine, hop onto the washer and spread your legs. Maggie, it’s your turn to chow down a healthy, organic, homemade snack.”
As I pulled out of Jasmine, and Jasmine assisted Maggie off of the washing machine, we prepared to arrange ourselves into our new configuration.
“Boy Toy,” Maggie asked, Do you want to watch me eat your Mom’s pussy while Kevin gives me the fucking of my life with his huge cock?”
“Maggie,” he said, his tone now pleading.
“Once Kevin has unloaded his load in my pussy, and you’ve sucked it out and swallowed it down, I’ll allow you to come,” Maggie decreed, stalking over to him to glare in his face. “And until then, still no touching your widdle dick.”
“Ooooooooh,” he groaned, twitched, and then spewed his load all over Maggie and the floor. But he hadn’t touched his dick.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Maggie snapped, backing away from him.
“S-s-sorry,” he stammered, once again completely humiliated.
Maggie swiped some cum off her leg and flicked it at his face, before turning around, stalking over to Mrs. Walker and ordering, “Come here, Ben.”
Ben wordlessly… sheepishly… shambled over.
“For that disgusting, pathetic lack of self-control, you shall insert Kevin’s huge fat cock in my pussy, and then you shall kneel right next to us and watch him fuck me the way you never could with your tiny dick,” Maggie ordered with a spitefulness that proved there were more reasons for her bitterness towards him than just the wild revelations of the last half hour or so.
“Maggie, please,” he pleaded, utterly defeated and shamed.
“Just do as your fucking told, while I eat your Mom’s pussy, which I’m pretty sure isn’t gross,” Maggie said. “Kevin, by any stretch of the imagination could you describe our favourite pet’s hairless pussy as gross?”
“Far from it,” I replied with total honesty. “You’ll love it.”
She then looked up at Jasmine, who was by now sitting on the washing machine with her legs spread welcomingly. “I’ve always been curious about going down on a woman.”
“Like Kevin said, you’ll love it,” Jasmine assured her, as I went to stand behind Maggie.
I wasn’t all that sure I wanted another guy touching my dick, but in the spirit of this multi-person and hopefully therapeutic cuckolding-fest which I was taking such an active part in, I decided to put up with it.
Maggie licked Jasmine briefly and said, “Wow Ben, your Mom tastes amazing! Why the fuck wouldn’t you want to lick pussy?”