On Thursday, when Elliott and Jamal came out of school after last period, Gunner and Zeke were nowhere to be found. While he leaned against the van and waited, Jamal tried to reach them on their cells, but both of their numbers went to voicemail.
“I wonder what those fuckers are up to?” he said as he climbed into the van. “C’mon, Elliott. I bet I know exactly where those assholes are.”
Five minutes later they were at Elliott’s house. Everything seemed dead quiet as they entered the house. Jamal finally noticed the two boys’ shoes and knapsacks in one corner of the foyer. “I figured those two fuck-ups would be here.”
The house was quiet as a tomb, and Elliott was surprised not to hear that now-familiar squeaking and thumping from the floor above.
“There they are,” Jamal’s voice made Elliott turn. He followed the boy’s gaze out through the bank of windows to the pool beyond. He saw that they’d pulled one of the long cushions from a lounger onto the concrete pool deck. Both Gunner and Zeke were naked, with his mother on her hands and knees between them. She was wearing her yellow bikini, the one that Elliott had taken many pictures of her in and jerked off to. He could see that her bikini top was still in place, and her bikini bottom was still on, but with the area covering her crotch pushed to one side. Her honey-blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, tied tight behind her head with a matching yellow scrunchie. It was becoming commonplace to see her sporting that ‘fuck-handle’, as the boys called it.
Zeke was on his knees behind her with his hands on her hips, rhythmically sliding his cock back and forth in her gripping pussy. Gunner was kneeling in front of her, working his beefy cock all the way in and out of her mouth, her lips moving from the tip to the base of his rigid erection with each back and forth movement of his hips. Gunner had one hand gripping the base of the ponytail at the back of her head, while his other hand rested against her neck, feeling his thick cock go back and forth into the depths of her throat.
“I told your mother to dress for a swim when I texted her this morning,” Jamal said to Elliott as he started towards the sliding patio door. “It looks like those two fuckers beat us to it.”
Elliott followed, thrilled that Jamal had said, ‘those two fuckers beast US to it’, as if Elliott was now being included.
“What the fuck’s going on?” Jamal said as they stepped outside, causing the other two to look over.
“We took a page out of your playbook and skipped out on last period,” Gunner said.
“We’re already going for round two as well,” Zeke added. “I’ve already fed her a load while Gunner dumped one into her ass.” He nodded to the bottle of Astroglide sitting on one of the patio tables close by.
“Yeah, I wanted to try working that throat of hers again. Look at her go, Jamal, she can take every last inch this way now, not only when she’s on her back.”
Elliott wondered if Jamal would be pissed off, but he was surprised to see that lewd smile come over Jamal’s face. “Well, I guess I deserve that after yesterday.” He started to strip off his clothes. “What do you say guys, how about we make her airtight? I’ll take her asshole.”
“That sounds like a plan,” Zeke said as he slid his throbbing erection out of her pussy and got onto his back beneath her. It didn’t take long for Tanya to wriggle her way back onto Zeke’s thrusting cock, sinking right down into the saddle as every last inch disappeared inside her.
From all the porn he’d watched, Elliott knew what the term ‘airtight’ meant. His mother had three willing holes, and the boys were going to fill each one of them at the same time. He watched as Jamal tossed his discarded clothes to the side and walked over to the patio table, his big black mitt already stroking his limber cock. He squirted a big gob of the lube on his rising prick and smoothed it all around, his long black dick stiffening quickly. Elliott couldn’t take his eyes off the monster as it grew and extended, the massive head puffing out and ready to spit, like a deadly cobra.
“All right, let’s give the lady what she needs,” Jamal said as he took Zeke’s place on his knees behind the 40-year-old MILF. He worked the head of his huge prick against her tight bumhole, and then Elliott saw her relax it to let him in. The puckered starfish eased open as Jamal pressed forward, his black cock boldly entering her lily-white bum.
“Mmmmmm…”
Even with her throat full of Gunner’s thick cock, Elliott heard his mother let out a low deep moan of pleasure as all three boys impaled her, over 30 inches of hard teenage cock deep in her body at the same time.
*
When they were done with her, Gunner and Zeke came in for their math lesson at the same time. It was the first time Elliott had given the lesson to both of them, and it went better than he expected.
After the airtight fucking session on the pool deck, Jamal had wanted to go swimming. He pulled Tanya in with him, and Elliott flicked his eyes out to the pool occasionally to see Jamal kissing her and groping her big tits. After giving Gunner and Zeke an algebra problem to each work on for a few minutes, he turned in his chair and looked outside. Jamal was sitting on the pool edge near the shallow end, facing directly towards Elliott. His straightened arms were behind him, bracing himself as he leaned back slightly. His mother was in the pool in front of Jamal and between his legs, her back towards Elliott. He could see her yellow bikini top was still on, and he knew how great her tits would look if you were in Jamal’s place looking down into that deep dark cleavage.
But Jamal didn’t seem to care about that right now. He looked down with that knowing smile on his face as Elliott’s mother’s head bobbed up and down rhythmically over his groin. Her body blocked exactly what she was doing, but Elliott knew she was sucking on that big black cock of Jamal’s. Her ponytail flipped back and forth like a metronome as she sucked. Elliott saw her elbows move slightly, and he wondered if she was gingerly manipulating Jamal’s sperm-laden balls, trying to coax as much cum out of him as she could. Elliott saw Jamal speak to her and she kept sucking, but seemed to slow down. It was as if the black youth was enjoying the luxurious warmth of her hot wet mouth so much that he didn’t want it to end.
Zeke drew Elliott’s attention back as he asked the boy to take a look at his solution. Wanting to keep watching the erotic display going on outside, Elliott quickly gave them each a second problem to work on. Within only a minute or two, he turned and looked outside again. When he did, he saw that Jamal had helped his mother out and put her on her knees at the side of the pool. They were now in profile, and Elliott could see exactly what was happening. With Jamal’s horse cock rearing up before him, Elliott saw Jamal reach down and tip his mother’s chin well up. At first he wondered what he was doing, but it didn’t take him long to figure out that the boy wanted his mother’s mouth and throat to be in a nice straight line.
Satisfied that she was in the position he wanted, Jamal stepped close to her and pushed down on his raging prick, pointing the dripping head at her beckoning mouth. He moved his hips slightly as he slid the massive knob between her pouty lips and plugged the purple crown right into her mouth. Her lips instinctively closed down, locking the engorged glans within her mouth. With her securing his stiff erection from flipping out of her mouth, Jamal put one hand on the back of her neck and one hand on her throat. Elliott almost gasped out loud as he watched the big black youth lower his hips, slowly sinking his huge prick straight down into his mother’s gullet. She didn’t resist at all, her hands going up his tree-trunk-like thighs to his muscular buttocks. Elliott saw her hands grip him firmly, pulling him closer, wanting more of his immense cock down her throat.
It was obvious Jamal wasn’t going to deny her. He kept slowly lowering his hips as he held her throat in place with his big hands. His cock went deeper, and deeper still, until Elliott saw his shaven groin press up against her lips. Jamal paused for a few seconds, and then raised himself, his rising cock glistening wetly as it emerged from between her stretched lips. He then lowered himself once more, and Elliott saw the two of them get into a steady rhythm as Jamal fucked her throat. And it was only another minute or two before he saw Jamal go over the edge. The boy pulled his pulsating cock right out of her mouth and wrapped his hand around it. He barely had a chance to point it at her face before it started to go off. Elliott watched him flood her face with cum, volley after volley of thick white semen raining down on her. Rope after rope of sizzling teenage cum covered her face as Jamal totally unloaded, pasting her with every drop of cock-cream he had.
Elliott was sure his mother came at the same time Jamal was painting her face. He could see her panting like a runaway steam engine as the gooey wads of spunk pelted down on her. Her huge tits were heaving within her sexy yellow bikini, and he could see that at the end, she’d dropped one hand from Jamal’s backside and plunged it down between her legs. Her fingers were out of view, but Elliott had no doubt she was either working her clit, or had them buried in her drooling gash.
After his climax ended, Jamal reached down. With a smile on his face, he used his big index finger to snowplow the gobs of cum off the MILF’s face and right into her mouth. She eagerly lapped it up, slurping up the wads of thick semen and sucking his fingers clean. Soon, every last drop was inside her.
Jamal then led her into the house, his big black mitt wrapped around her waist as she cuddled into him. When they stopped next to the table, Jamal pulled her close and kissed her, her own hand automatically stroking his long limber cock.