“In my experience so far, every pussy is delicious,” I testified. “Although I could be wrong, since I’ve never sampled anyone’s who smoked.” And my dick was now ready to slide inside my newest pet. Or maybe inside my newest Mistress, whichever.
Ben looked at his Mom, and then at his girlfriend, then back at me, and then at my dick… looking completely forlorn and lost.
“Stick that big fat dick in my pussy,” Maggie demanded.
“Go ahead son, give your girlfriend the kind of dick you never can wield yourself,” Jasmine said, Ben’s humiliation compounding humiliation.
Wordlessly he grasped my dick, his hand trembling as he did, and he guided it to his girlfriend’s pussy.
“Shove it in,” Maggie said, looking back.
He placed it dead centre against her wetness, and I pushed myself forward.
“Oooooooh,” Maggie moaned, “it’s so fucking fat.”
“If you like that, wait until it’s all the way inside,” I smiled smugly, as I kept going deeper inside her excessively wet pussy.
“Fuuuuck,” Maggie moaned, looking at Ben. “Knees, dickhead. And watch closely.”
The defeated boyfriend lowered himself to his knees, as my entire dick disappeared inside her.
“Now fuck me Kevin, fuck me like I’m just some cheap slut,” Maggie said, looking directly at me.
“As you wish, bitch,” I acknowledged, “and I mean that in the best possible way,” before she turned back to Jasmine and began licking in earnest.
My hands were on her hips, but in a location so Ben would have an excellent view of the penetration. I then began fucking her. Not yet hammering away, but giving her nice, smooth, medium paced strokes.
“Oh fuck, it’s so fucking good,” Maggie moaned.
“My pussy or Kevin’s dick?” Jasmine asked, smiling at me.
“Both,” Maggie replied.
“And you’ve never eaten pussy before?” Jasmine asked.
“Just a few seconds at a hotel for a dare,” Maggie said.
“Tell us more,” Jasmine said.
“We were playing Truth or Dare a few weeks ago after we won sort of a six-girl beach volleyball game against Tamara Grady and two of her friends from college. I was rooming with Becky and Jane,” Maggie said. “Jane dared me to lick Becky for ten seconds, so I did.”
“Nice,” Jasmine said, as I tried to envision it… although I had no idea who Becky or Jane were.
“Faster, Kevin,” Maggie demanded. “I want you to pound the living shit out of me.”
“That will require a different hole,” I joked, as I obliged the spirit of her request.
“I don’t think you’re quite ready for that,” Jasmine chuckled.
“God, no,” Maggie agreed.
“Although a good ass fucking is pretty amazing,” Jasmine said, looking at me and maybe offering me some back door action in the near future; I wasn’t sure.
“Oh God, Kevin, harder,” Maggie moaned.
“You like it rough, slut?” I asked.
“Fucking yeah, I’ve never had a real man fuck me before,” she said, taking another pot shot at Ben.
“You’ll be wanting to come back for more,” I said, as I began slamming into her.
“Having your dick in my mouth was a lot of work, but I’ll take your dick in my cumquat anytime,” Maggie moaned, and then the next few minutes were just sex.
Maggie licked Jasmine while the washer kept vibrating.
I hammered Maggie from behind.
Both women’s moans echoed through the basement.
Luckily, my having unloaded already today in my Mom, then Mrs. Grady, then Mrs. Baker, and also on these two women’s pretty faces earlier, I had a fair amount of stamina before I’d be depositing load five… which Maggie had already requested I unleash in her pussy, and I was more than willing to do.
“Fuck, eat my cunt, you hungry slut,” Jasmine growled out of the blue, so perhaps the Mistress-pet hierarchy wasn’t as clear as I’d thought, as she grabbed Maggie’s head and roughly held it against her pussy.
As I slammed into Maggie, making her face crash into Jasmine’s pussy, while the MILF ground her body back against the girl’s face… wrapping her legs around her back… she gazed into my eyes… which was so hot… a gaze of complete euphoria, but also a thank you.
I nodded and watched, enjoying the sight of a woman just letting go and giving in to the raw lust and pleasure surging through her body. “Oh fuck, yes, slut, lick me, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!”
Her orgasm tore through her, so either Maggie must have been a quick learner, or else the washing machine had enhanced her pleasure to an amazing level.
Jasmine released Maggie’s head, and her legs fell to both sides, while Maggie kept licking, her head pivoting back and forth and up and down in her lustful hunger… I guessed Maggie would be officially bi from this day forward.
A few dozen hard strokes later, Maggie came up for air and told me, “I want to ride you now.”
“Sure,” I agreed, pulling out and looking down at the floor, which was hard concrete.
But Jasmine just grabbed a laundry basket of folded clothes and scattered them across the floor in a soft pile saying, “Lie on Ben’s clean clothes.”
I moved them around a little for even more comfort, then laid my head on a couple of bulky sweaters, my cock standing erect in salute, as Maggie straddled me and dropped… a little too roughly… onto my cock… taking it all in, even though I was a bit winded.
Resting her hands on my thighs, she began riding me reverse cowgirl and asked Ben, who was kneeling right in front of her, “Don’t you love the sight of a real man fucking me?”
“Yes, actually,” he admitted; I couldn’t see him at all, but his tone sounded less shameful now, and more like relieved acceptance.
“Do you want Kevin to come inside me?” She asked.
“Yes please,” he requested. It appeared that today’s totally unforeseen turn of events was finally turning him on. Or he was finally coming to terms with it.
“Hear that Kevin?” Maggie chortled as she rode me like a real cowgirl. “You can shoot your load inside me.”
“I wasn’t going to ask his permission,” I said, wanting to reassert that I was the one in charge here. “I’ll come wherever I please.”
“Yes of course, Master,” Maggie agreed happily, “but if you please, Master, unload in my pussy. I want to feel your big, fat cock twitch and explode inside me.”
“Sure, slut,” I said, and I began bucking my hips up to meet her downward bounces.
“Mother fucker!” she screamed as I reached new depths deep inside her pussy.
“Yes, pretty often these days,” I admitted enigmatically, and we’d been fucking each other for only a minute before she was going ballistic.
“Oh fuck… yes… so big!… fuck… a real man!… cock… fuck… yes… yes… fuck!” she babbled for over a minute, before her second orgasm raged through her.
I’d been close for a while, holding back for as long as I could, but as her orgasm ripped through her and she collapsed forward onto Ben’s chest, and my dick slid out of her, I pushed her down onto him, thus forcing his back down to the floor, and then I pulled her ass up, and slid back into her flooding pussy.
“Oh fuuuuuuck,” she moaned weakly, as I pounded her from behind.
“Come in her pussy,” Jasmine encouraged me from her perch, still sitting on the washing machine.
“Yes, fill me right up,” Maggie agreed mindlessly, her orgasm still sending shock waves of pleasure through her.
A few more strokes and I did just that, my load number five of this blessed Sunday shooting deep inside Maggie.
“Yes Ben, he just came in my pussy,” Maggie announced, as I continued pumping cum inside her.
Once I was spent, I slowed down and then pulled out. Jasmine had just gotten off the washer, which had finally completed its dual purposes of washing clothes and getting women off. She dropped in front of me and offered, “Let me clean off that dick for you,” and then she took my cock back into her mouth.
And then the day of surprises continued, when Maggie repositioned her body to straddle Ben’s face and ordered, “Clean up my cream pie, Bitch Boy!”