And yet Jamal continued to work on her, his hand still moving diligently inside her panties, until she finally had to reach down and place her hand over his. “Please… please… no more,” she pleaded, her oversensitive pussy throbbing from the intense sensations those talented fingers had just given her.
Jamal stopped what he was doing, but kept his hand where it was, his huge mitt cupping her sex possessively. “Nice, very nice,” he said as Tanya slowing withdrew her hand from his, setting it back on the arm of her chair, but making no move to close her legs, or remove his hand from inside her panties.
“Oh fuck, was that ever hot!” Zeke said, causing everyone at the table to look in his direction. He reached beneath the table and unzipped his jeans, drawing out his cock, which was rock hard. He pointed the dripping tip right at Tanya. “Jesus, I need to come again after watching that.”
“Elliott,” Jamal said, looking past Tanya to her son. “You can let go of her skirt now.” Elliott released his hold on the material which then slumped against Jamal’s arm, but still left their view of his hand beneath Tanya’s panties mostly unblocked. Elliott then looked at Jamal expectantly. “I want you to go into the house and get a couple of things for your mother.” Once again it struck Elliott as strange that Jamal was talking as if she wasn’t right there between them. “Get her one of those hairband things to tie her hair back, and I want you to get her some red lipstick.”
“Red lipstick?” Elliott asked, looking quickly at his mother who was still recovering her intense orgasm.
“Yeah, as bright red as you can find.”
All eyes looked at Tanya as she turned towards her son. “Elliott, on my makeup table you’ll see some tubes of lipstick standing on end. On the bottom you’ll see the names. I think there’s one there by Revlon called ‘Ravish Me Red’. And in the top left drawer you’ll find a bunch of hairbands and scrunchies.”
Jamal nodded, a smile on his face. “I love that, ‘Ravish Me Red’. That seems pretty appropriate, based on what we’re going to be doing to that sweet mouth from now on.”
Elliott rose from his chair and hurried into the house. He couldn’t believe how wired he was to see what Jamal was going to have her do next. Since he wanted her hair pulled back, and fresh lipstick put on, it wasn’t hard to guess that he’d be putting her mouth back to work. That last comment of his made that idea a no-brainer.
Elliott scrambled up the stairs and into his mother’s bedroom, heading straight for her makeup table. He opened the drawer she’d mentioned, spotting a myriad of combs, brushes, clips, and other hair accessories. He rifled around amongst the various hairbands and scrunchies, finally pulling out a scrunchie covered in yellow material. He figured it would match her sundress pretty well. He turned his attention to the lineup of lipstick tubes standing on end next to some other makeup containers. The black and silver tubes looked like a column of bullets, but bigger. It reminded him of his own cock compared to those of his three bullies. The second one he turned over was the one she wanted, ‘Ravish Me Red’. He turned on his heel and sped out of there, taking the stairs two at a time.
When he got to the table, everyone was still in the same position. Jamal’s hand was still inside his mother’s panties, his fingers moving languidly over her hot flesh, while Zeke still had his dick out, the end dripping precum as he slowly stroked it back and forth. Elliott could tell that Zeke was doing it slowly just to keep it nice and hard, not to get off. He figured his mother would be put in charge of taking that load out of him.
“Here’s everything you wanted,” Elliott said as he set the stuff down on the table in front of Jamal.
“Good man. Before you sit down, grab that cushion off that foot rest thing.” Jamal pointed to the cushion atop one of the ottomans in front of the closest lounger. Elliott stepped over and grabbed it before retaking his seat. “Great. Toss it under the table.” Elliott did as he was asked and then sat forward, elbows on the table, not wanting to miss a thing.
Jamal kept his hand inside Tanya’s panties as he passed her the scrunchie. “Okay, sweetheart, put that hair up for us. We don’t want your hair getting in the way when we put that pretty little mouth of yours to work. And remember that. You might want to keep a bunch of those hairbands sitting around the house. You’re going to be sucking a lot of cock from now on, and whenever we want to use your mouth, I expect you to pull you hair back to get that mouth ready for us. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” Tanya compliantly agreed as she whipped her blonde locks up into a ponytail and cinched it tight with the scrunchie. Her legs were still spread wide apart as Jamal kept his hand slowly kneading her pussy.
“Good girl.” Jamal looked at the lipstick tube. A smile played at the corners of his mouth as he read the name, and then handed it to her. “It’s the same with the lipstick. Unless I tell you otherwise, I want it to be bright red, like this one. And the same with your fingernails and toenails-bright red. When we get here tomorrow, I expect you to have that taken care of. You got it?”
“Yes sir.”
“All right then. Put some of this on. I want to see what those sweet lips look like when they’re dressed up properly.” Jamal handed her the lipstick.
Tanya removed the cap, spun out the waxy tube and expertly applied a thick layer of the brilliant red lipstick. The boys, including Elliott, all watched in rapt attention as she rolled the tube over those soft pouty pillows, making them glisten wetly. The bright red color looked luridly wicked against her alabaster skin, turning her mouth into an inviting red gash that they already knew was the perfect cocksucking receptacle.
“Nice, very nice. That’s the way your mouth should look all the time when we come here,” Jamal said as he finally pulled back his hand from inside her panties, a wet sucking sound accompanying the withdrawal, letting Elliott know it was likely he’d had his long middle finger buried inside her gooey trench. His big black hand was covered with her juices, her warm cunt-honey glistening erotically on his skin. Elliott could smell his mother’s alluring scent, the heady aroma filtering deliciously into his senses like an intoxicating drug. “First thing, give me those panties of yours. I’ve gotta wipe this hand on something.”
As soon as Jamal had withdrawn his hand, Tanya had demurely closed her legs and pushed her skirt down. Now, she shimmied her hips as she reached beneath her dress and pulled her panties off, passing them to Jamal obediently. He took the tiny piece of silky yellow fabric, already soaked with her juices, and wiped off his hand, her sticky discharge shimmering nastily on the surface of the sexy garment. Jamal spotted Elliott watching him intently as he wiped off each shiny finger. He then tossed the panties to the boy, who instinctively snatched it out of midair and clutched it to his chest.
“There you go, Cox. I think you can put those to good use,” Jamal said as Elliott stared at the prized panties like he’d just discovered the Holy Grail. Elliott saw the others watching him and, with a guilty look on his face, he stuffed the panties into his pocket. Jamal turned his attention back to Tanya. “Good girl. Now, get down there under the table and take care of Zeke. Wrap those sexy red lips around that cock and keep sucking until he fills that pretty mouth of yours.”
Without a word of objection Tanya crawled beneath the table and placed the cushion on the ground in front of Zeke as he spread his legs, his rigid dick hanging out of the opening of his jeans. His hand was wrapped around the base, pointing it at her like a gun, precum drooling from the tip.
“Make that mouth into a nice oval for me,” Zeke said. “Give me a nice target to aim for.” As Tanya moved closer, she did as Zeke asked, circling her pouty lips into an inviting red ‘O’.
“Oh fuck, look at that,” Gunner said. All of the boys stared at Tanya’s beckoning open mouth, a perfect cocksucking orifice that seemed to be just begging to be filled.
“Oh yeah, that’s real nice,” Zeke said. “Now let me see you run that tongue around those pretty lips. Get them nice and wet for me.”
Tanya didn’t hesitate. She rolled her pink tongue in a slow teasing circle around her pouty lips, making then shine invitingly, the red lipstick standing out brilliantly against her creamy white skin.
“Oh man, she’s got a perfect mouth,” Gunner said, his hand rubbing over the front of his jeans. “Fill it for her, Zeke.”
“All right, baby-doll, come and get it. I’ve got another nice big load for you,” Zeke said as he flicked the dripping knob of his surging prick at Tanya’s face, a glistening web of precum flying from the tip and landing lewdly on her cheek.
The touch of the slimy discharge on her skin seemed to fire Tanya’s ardor even more. She slid her hands along the insides of Zeke’s spread thighs as she moved closer, her mouth open invitingly. The boys all watched as she pursed her lips forward, as if preparing for a torrid kiss. Instead, her lips pressed against the flared head of Zeke’s cock, the brilliant redness of her lipstick looking sinfully hot against the pebbly glans. She moved her head forward, her lips opening wider as they followed the expanding contours of the mushroom-shaped crown. The bright red pillows of softness slipped over Zeke’s pronounced corona, and then locked down on the rigid shaft, the enormous cockhead locked within her mouth.
“Mmm…” A gentle moan of pleasure came from deep in Tanya’s throat.
Zeke felt her tongue roll over his enflamed crown, bathing it with saliva. And then he felt a gentle suction as her tongue swirled all around the hot knob trapped within her mouth. He smiled at the perfection of the way her mouth was treating his needy prick-not too hard, not too soft-just right.