Big Fat Cock: Effing Foursome
How many guys can say they’ve dropped nine loads in seven different women (plus a double facial) in less than twelve hours, while never even going near an orgy?
Mom before breakfast with a blow job and a morning fuck that culminated with my load in her pussy.
Then later at church, I got a blow job and fuck combo twice.
First Mrs. Grady, who I fucked while her husband was in the pulpit preaching about whatever the fuck he preached about, before I deposited a load deep in her pussy, and then ordered her to go into the service with my cum leaking into her panties.
And then while I was still at church, and after a brief reprieve, like fifteen minutes, which is more than enough time for a guy like me to reload and be ready for more, I scored a surprise anal fuck from the eighty-year-old Mrs. Baker, who demanded I plug her ass, which I generously did, including unloading a load deep into her bowels before she returned late to lead the choir through the concluding hymns of the service… my cum likely leaking out of her big black ass.
After a brief reprieve (in other words, a nap) from my constant dick worshiping from older women, I seduced Mrs. Walker in her home, which culminated in a wild threesome with her son’s girlfriend while he watched helplessly. I unleashed three loads during our seventy-minute marathon: one on both of their faces, another in Maggie’s pussy before she made her boyfriend eat the cream pie (which was wickedly hot), and a final load in Mrs. Walker’s pussy, following a marathon fuck session in a wide range of positions… some of which she said she might see if she could use in a future story. She even agreed to write my own sex story, chronicling my journey from being a nobody to the stud I am today… and the one I’ll be tomorrow, once I get there (which you’re now reading, and it’s now eight parts strong).
So the God of sex Eros continued smiling down on me, like when I pulled into my driveway after grabbing a sub at Subway (I’d just started eating healthier, since these days I was frequently seen naked), I saw my next door neighbor Mrs. Dieks wearing a flower patterned sundress and grabbing groceries from her vehicle.
I walked over and asked, gentleman that I could be when I was in the mood, “Need a hand, slut?”
“Kevin!” she gasped, since I’d spoken rather loud.
“What?” I asked, now closer to her. “You’re not my slut?”
“Yes of course I am, but please don’t say it in public,” she whispered, her cheeks bright red.
“That sounds to me like you’re suffering from anxiety. Maybe I should cure that for you by bending you over your car and slamming my big fat cock up your asshole; that should get you past it,” I said, now standing right in front of her.
“Kevin, please,” she begged.
“Is your husband home?” I asked.
“No, but he will be soon,” she said, looking around every which way to see if anyone was watching us.
Being aggressive, wanting to humiliate her, to push her, I reached my hand under her dress and rubbed her pussy for a few seconds, ordering her, “Don’t move.”
“Keviiiin,” she moaned, mortified she was being molested in her driveway. Yet like the obedient slut she was, she obeyed me, and didn’t struggle at all.
“Miss me, slut?” I asked, sliding a finger into her.
“Yes,” she admitted shamefacedly, biting her lip while looking around.
“Are you ashamed of being my three-hole fuck toy?” I taunted, having no respect for her, and seeing her as nothing more than a convenient cum deposit.
“No,” she said.
I opened her car door, perched on the seat with my feet resting on the ground, and ordered, “Come here and suck me.”
“Right here?” she asked, as I fished my cock out for her… wanting to see if I could push her into sucking me in her driveway… with just enough coverage that it would be unlikely we’d be obvious to anyone.
“I can stand in the driveway if that would be more comfortable for you,” I offered.
“No, no,” she said, staring at my cock with the usual mindless bimbo mindset she always had around me. “Here’s good.”
She looked around one more time before she bent over and took my cock into her mouth.
“Good. There’s my hungry slut,” I moaned, loving to push her further and further into her nastily complete submission to me.
“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned as she bobbed hungrily.
I warned, in case she thought she could work my dick quickly over and over and get my load, before escaping into her house, “I’ve already come seven times today, so if you think this will be quick, you’re mistaken.”
“Then can we please take this inside?” she begged.
Having pushed her enough for now, I agreed, “Sure we can, cum dump.”
“Thank you,” she said, ignoring the way I’d just insulted her, and was instead thankful for the chance to worship my dick in private.
As she stood up, I put my dick away just as a neighbour showed up.
As I got out of the car, Mrs. Moore, a partner in a law firm, a Spanish woman with big tits, big ass and really pretty, who was married to a complete asshole who was also a lawyer, said, “Hi, Karen; are you okay?”
“W-w-what?” Mrs. Dieks stammered, looking completely guilty.
I stepped out of the car, and Mrs. Moore looked at me, clearly perplexed.
“Hi, Mrs. Moore,” I greeted, not acting like it was all weird to be getting out of Mrs. Dieks’ car.
“Hi, Kevin,” she smiled back, the smile just killer.
“I think your Bluetooth works now,” I said, slyly covering for the red-faced and nervous Mrs. Dieks.
“Thank you, K-K-Kevin,” Mrs. Dieks stammered, still not seeming very convincing that she hadn’t been caught doing something scandalous.
“No problem,” I said, grabbing two bags from her trunk. “I’ll take these in for you.”
“Aren’t you a gentleman,” Mrs. Moore said.
“I can be,” I shrugged, and then planting just the subtlest hint of a seed, “although I can also be a pretty big dick. Can’t I Mrs. Dieks?”
“Y-y-yes,” Mrs. Dieks stammered, clearly not someone who’d be able to lie in court.
“Want to come over for coffee?” Mrs. Moore asked her as I began walking away.
“Sure,” Mrs. Dieks said. “Just give me a few minutes to put my groceries away.”
“Of course,” she said, and then I was no longer within earshot… before I realized the obvious… I didn’t have a key to get in the house.