“Got it.” Turned on and ready to go, Zeke shifted his hips upwards, sliding his turgid dick between the soft slippery tits. With a hand on each side of the big round globes, Elliott kept them pressed together as Zeke reached up and clamped his hands onto the headboard. The youth quickly worked up a steady rhythm. His long hard cock moved like a well-oiled piston between the shiny mounds of flesh, the crimson cockhead appearing and disappearing provocatively as it moved back and forth in the hot deep trough of her cleavage.
“Look at those tits. They’re fucking perfect,” Gunner said as he and Jamal waited their turn, their hands keeping their resilient teenage cocks at the ready.
It didn’t take long before Zeke was ready to blow his load. He almost started wheezing with excitement as his heart rate accelerated as he approached climax. At the last second he withdrew his prick from between her tits and gripped his pulsating cock, his hand reaching for it like a man grabbing onto a lifeline. It was glistening and dripping with the baby oil, and his stroking hand pumped rapidly back and forth as he leaned forwards, the tip pointed right towards Tanya’s face.
“OH FUCK… YEAH… HERE YOU GO, BABY! RIGHT IN THE KISSER!” His final words were accompanied by a raspy grunt as he started to come. A long white rope jettisoned forth, hitting her in the chin and rising up the full length of her face, and beyond, right up into her lustrous blonde hair.
“THERE’S MORE FOR YOU, A LOT MORE,” Zeke said as he kept jerking. Bolt after bolt of milky spunk shot forth, each quivering ribbon of jizz landing on her face. He kept pumping until he was completed drained, showering her face with creamy paste.
“Get the fuck out of there. I’m next,” Gunner said as he pulled Zeke back by the shoulder.
With a final flick, Zeke deposited the last drops of cum onto Tanya’s face before ratcheting his knee back and off of her reclining form. As soon as he was out of the way, Gunner took his place, his girthy prick sliding into that enticing oily channel between her huge tits.
Elliott knew what his job was, and quickly mashed those heavy mounds together again, giving Gunner the hot slippery sheath of tit-flesh that Zeke had just had.
“Fuck, those tits are amazing,” Zeke said, pulling up the loosened sheet and wiping off his greasy cock.
“Fuckin’ right about that,” Gunner added. Like Zeke, the powerful blonde youth had a good grip on the headboard as he flexed back and forth, the enormous bloated head of his prick almost bumping into Tanya’s chin with each stroke in that hot slick channel. The slippery friction of her soft tit-flesh didn’t take long to do its work on Gunner. He’d only been fucking that oily channel for a few minutes before he was ready to blow. When the spunk started that delicious trek up the shaft of his throbbing dick, he pulled the steely rod out from between her tits and started jerking it.
“Here’s some more, blondie. More of that shit you love so much,” Gunner cooed as he started to come. The first shot hit her full on the right cheek, with the second one plastering itself just below her left eye. Gunner kept jerking, and his cock kept spewing, wad after wad and rope after rope raining down on her face. He unloaded every last drop he had inside him, moving the spitting tip over every square inch of her face.
“Fuck, man,” Zeke said, “I thought I came a lot this time. I didn’t know you had it in you, buddy.”
“Stand aside. It’s time she got a real man’s load on that pretty face of hers.” Jamal spoke as he reached forward and nudged Gunner, letting him know it was his turn to fuck those massive tits.
With an obscenely satisfied smile on his face, Gunner climbed off the well-fucked MILF and moved to the side. He too wiped his hands and cock on the sheets without a second thought about who would clean that up. Elliott took it all in, knowing he’d be the one taking care of changing those sheets at some point.
“C’mon, Elliott, let me feel Mommy’s big tits on this black cock of mine.”
Jamal’s words drew Elliott back to the situation at hand. He hurriedly pushed his mother’s heavy glistening tits together, just as Jamal pushed down on the top of his long ebony fuck-stick. The enormous cylinder of hot black flesh settled smoothly between the soft warm pillows as Elliott pushed them together, wanting it to feel as good as possible for Jamal. As Jamal reached up and grasped the headboard, Elliott looked down at the enormous black rod captured between his mother’s glistening breasts. With his powerful legs straddling his mother’s body, Elliott watched as Jamal started to lever his hips back and forth, plundering that slippery groove between her tits. Elliott thought the brilliant contrast between Jamal’s black cock and his mother’s white flesh looked illicitly wicked but, at the same time, the sight of that huge purplish-black cock sliding between his mother’s soft creamy tits was turning him on beyond belief. From his scrunched-up position, he scissored his legs slightly, giving his stiff prick more room to grow beneath his pants.
Jamal was really giving it to her, slamming his hips back and forth while he fucked that hot slippery channel, the blunt purple head of his cock hitting the underside of her chin repeatedly. The nasty slick feeling of those mounds of flesh surrounding his turgid dick had him ready to unload within just a few minutes as well.
“Get ready, sweetheart, I’m gonna paint that pretty face of yours with a man-size load this time.” Jamal reached down and wrapped his big mitt around his oily cock as he drew it from between her greasy tits. He vigorously stroked the huge piece of meat, pointing the drooling tip right at her face.
Elliott felt his own heart racing, and his cock had become an iron bar in his pants, as he watched the lurid scene unfold mere inches in front of his eyes. The seeping eye at the tip of Jamal’s cock filled with milky goo for a split second before the first thick rope of cum rocketed forth. A huge strand hit his mother in the chin and raced up her face, some of it going beyond to land on Elliott’s t-shirt. Jamal kept jerking, moving the spitting head of his huge cock from one side of her face to the other, plastering it with another of those massive loads of his, this one just as brilliantly white and chock full of sperm as any that he’d given her earlier in the night.
“That’s it, sweetie. You look good with all that white shit all over your face. The way you’re meant to look,” Jamal said as he flooded her face with torrents of spunk.
Elliott could only sit there and gasp in astonishment at the amount of cum the black boy could shoot. Jamal had been right-it seemed like the amount he was pasting her with as much as Zeke and Gunner combined. The stuff continued to rain down on her, bright white gobs and ribbons of thick boy-juice. Her face was totally covered with the stuff, and looked luridly nasty. Rivulets of milky jizz were slithering down the sides of her face, into her hair and onto her neck. The stuff was everywhere, with the pillow beneath suffering collateral damage as gobs of spunk flew every which way. Finally, Jamal sat back, flicking the last dangling pearl of semen right onto her cum-coated lips.
“My, you do look a sight, woman,” he said, obviously pleased with his work. All of the boys looked down at the well-fucked blonde, her face doused with three huge loads of teenage cum. The blue sapphires of her eyes shone through the glazed coating, the look in them dreamy, and deliciously wanton.
“Okay, Elliott, your turn,” Jamal said as he climbed off the woman.
Elliott looked up at Jamal, totally inert, unsure of what to do.
“Well, go on,” Jamal continued as he grabbed the loosened sheets and wiped off his cock and hands. “I can tell from the look in your eyes how much you want to get your cock between mommy’s big titties as well. Now’s your chance. Go for it.”
Not wanting to miss his chance, Elliott scrambled off the bed and shucked off his pants and underwear.
“The little fucker’s definitely got a stiffy,” Zeke said. He gave Gunner a playful nudge as Elliott crawled onto the bed and straddled his mother, his thrusting erection pointing at the ceiling.
Just as he’d watched the boys do, Elliott pushed down on his cock. At the same time, his mother did what he’d done earlier. He watched as she put her hands on the sides of her breasts and pushed them together for him, presenting that slippery sheath of tit-flesh for her baby boy to fuck. He looked into her eyes, and like everything else that had happened, she gave him a look of silent permission, letting him know everything was going to be all right. And the look she gave him said even more than that-she wasn’t just allowing him to do it-the look she gave said she WANTED him to do it. With his brain reeling and his heart pounding in his chest, Elliott pressed his surging prick between the slippery pillows.
“Oh fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, but loud enough for all the boys to hear, who smiled as they watched the frail young boy start to piston his hips back and forth. Elliott had become so aroused watching what they’d been doing to her that he knew he wouldn’t last long, and he didn’t. He’d barely gotten nine or ten strokes in before he started to go off. Wanting to be like the other boys, he hurriedly pulled his cock out of the hot envelope of her slippery tits and jerked it off, spraying his load all over her face as well. Fucking his mother’s tits and coming on her face had always been one of his fantasies, and now, that fantasy was coming true.