To catch up: Tom is a 54-year-old man who still loves sex even if his wife is not interested. He stumbles on Lush and reads sexy stories to pass his lonely hours. He discovers the chat rooms and cybers with young women, usually one-offs. But he meets Paisley and they connect. Regular cybering ensues. He sends a video of himself in hopes that she will return the favor. She loves it but mysteriously disappears from online activity. Tom is dejected until he meets Kianna in the chat rooms. They have a voice cyber session that is amazing. She takes a break due to a college project looming, so back to the chat rooms, Tom goes. (See a pattern emerging?) Tom meets Roxanne, not a young woman looking to cyber, but a mature woman who knows what she wants sexually and usually gets it. They meet in person and the sex is amazing.
Tom opened his eyes. Had he been dreaming? His hazy recollection was of a tall blonde, built like a Playboy Centerfold who could test him on the tennis court and had a dominant streak, fucking his brains out. As his mind cleared, he remembered the activities of just a few hours ago. He felt something stir at his side. He looked to his right and saw a tousled mass of blonde hair with light tan streaks. God Roxanne was beautiful. She reached down and grasped his flaccid cock. He twitched at the unexpected touch.
Roxanne opened her eyes to gauge Tom's reaction. She was fully awake but wanted Tom to think she was still asleep. They both had nodded off after their sexual activity. It was now 10:00 pm.
"Hey, be gentle..." Tom murmured as Roxanne's hand started stroking the shaft.
"You love any attention that your cock garners. So stop your whining." Roxanne continued to stroke Tom's cock and felt it swell under her deft touch.
"You have a point. I withdraw my protest. Continue." Tom moaned as his cock continued to thicken. He loved the feel of her soft touch on his skin.
"I promised that you could cum in my mouth, and I am a woman of my word." Roxanne continued sliding her hand up and down his shaft. She loved the feel of it. The head was large and mushroom-shaped. The shaft was thick, god was it thick. She did not have small hands for a woman and she could not wrap a single hand completely around it. Several veins ran down the sides. It was a beautiful cock.
She slid down the bed a bit and positioned herself so that she could easily take Tom's cock into her mouth. She guided the large head past her lips and her tongue bathed the underside. She was greeted with salty precum. Desiring more, her tongue flicked over and into the slit, coaxing more of the delicious fluid into her waiting mouth.
Tom groaned in response to the masterful ministrations being applied to his cock by this sexual dynamo. How did he get here? Was this real or some dream that he would wake up from with his hard cock rubbing against his sheets? His fertile imagination often produced dreams so real that when he awoke, it took a second to realize it was simply a dream.
He looked at her perfect lips, stretched by his cock and reached out to touch her. His hand brushed her cheek and Roxanne looked at him and her eyes flashed lust and desire. Tom knew in that instant that it was real. He knew it before, but it was like his ritual at his shop. When leaving, if he could not picture himself locking the door, he would go back and check it. It was always locked, but his mind was so active that he would do simple tasks while thinking of other things. This idiosyncrasy demanded that he double-check. The feel of her soft cheek on his fingers assured him that he was not dreaming.
Roxanne's hands were not idle. She knew exactly how to drive a cock to explosion and also how to delay it, teetering on the brink in a delicious play of pleasure and frustration. Her left hand cupped the large ball-sack and gently fondled each one. Her right hand grasped the shaft at the base and squeezed. This dichotomy of actions, one aiding climax and one denying it, kept Tom on the edge.
"Ohhh, unhhh, aw shit..." Tom murmured, not to Roxanne and not to himself but simply as a reaction that could not be helped due to the actions of Roxanne's talented mouth and hands on his cock.
"Mhmm..." Roxanne answered with her mouth full of cock. Saliva dripped from her lips as she worked more of the thick shaft deeper towards her throat. She doubted that Tom had ever been deep-throated, based on his description of his wife's lack of sexual desire. She wanted him to experience that unique feeling. She pushed harder and the tip entered her throat.
"Unnnghhhh, fuck, that feels good, baby..." Tom's head lolled to the left as he felt the head of his cock enter her throat. It was like a tight pussy. He could feel the tension and then the muscles relax as his massive organ invaded Roxanne's throat. The slick walls caressed and squeezed him as his member made it's way deeper. It was a feeling that was magical and one that he had never experienced before. Previous blow jobs were limited to the portion of his cock that could fit into a mouth. This was about a third at best. And he had not had even that pleasure in a very long time.
Roxanne could feel Tom's cock swell and felt his testicles rise in their sack. She recognized the beginnings of Tom's impending climax. She stopped her motion with her mouth and clamped both hands on the base of his shaft. When she felt his cock relax slightly, she swirled her tongue around the head. The response was a renewed swelling and a groan escaped from Tom's lips. She stopped and squeezed again. She road Tom along the precipice of orgasm for fifteen minutes.
Tom thought he was going to cum and anticipated the sweet release. When Roxanne clamped down on his shaft, he teetered but did not fall. God, she was edging him. He had edged himself to prolong his pleasure, but he could only manage a few times being that close and not falling. Roxanne not only took him to the edge, but she kept him walking the tight-rope. One false move, one extra stoke or lick of her tongue, and he would reach the point of no return.
After what seemed like hours of being tortured and pleasured simultaneously, Tom regained enough of his faculties to look down at Roxanne. He saw his cock being devoured by her luscious lips. Her left breast hung like a ripe piece of fruit, swaying with each motion Roxanne made. It was perfect like he had seen in countless videos. Smooth, rounded in a tear-drop shape due to gravity. The nipple was fully erect and the surface of the areola was crinkled and dark. Tom felt a compulsion to touch. His hand moved, almost of its own volition. His fingers cupped the supple flesh. He noticed the weight as his hand moved up slightly. It felt good. He squeezed and reveled in the pliant flesh. Finding the nipple, his fingers pinched and pulled on it, eliciting a reaction from Roxanne.
"Hey...uhh that feels good." Tom's cock popped out of Roxanne's mouth, dripping with her saliva. "My nipples are sensitive, lover, so don't stop." She admired her work. The head was a dark, angry purple. It almost had a mind of its own. It was silently screaming at her that it wanted to cum. She knew that a prodigious amount of cum awaited her. The challenge was to take it all without spilling a drop. She relished that challenge.
Tom continued tugging on her nipple. It felt so good in his fingers. He was a very tactile person. Touch was paramount in his experience of pleasure. Breasts always fascinated him. He loved the weight in his hands, the feel of soft, pliant flesh as it moved at his touch. But nipples were his weakness. He could play with them for hours. His wife did not share his enthusiasm. She tolerated nipple play on occasion, but not often. And she did not seem to derive much pleasure from the attention.
Roxanne decided the time had come. She relaxed her throat and allowed the purple head to enter. Pressing forward, her lips reached Tom's stomach. Now all of his cock was in her, and the head was deep in her throat. The familiar urge to gag was easily dismissed as Roxanne was a master of deep-throating. Once the gag-reflex resolved, she slid Tom's cock in and out, going to the hilt each time. Her hands massaged his balls, heavy and swollen with fluid.
"Uh, oh, fuck!" Tom's reaction was much louder than before. He had been on the fine line for a long while and he now felt new sensations. Roxanne seemed to be driving him to release and he welcomed it. He needed to cum.
Roxanne increased her pace. It was tricky to slide the massive shaft all the way down her throat this fast, but she was experienced. Not with a cock this long and thick, but it was a challenge she relished. In, out, in, out...saliva dripped and splashed as a result of her motions. Once again, Tom's balls rose and the shaft swelled. This time she did not alter her actions.
Tom's thighs clenched. He grabbed fistfuls of the sheets. He fell, hard. Off the precipice, he tumbled and his orgasm crashed over him like an avalanche. He was tumbling in a sea of white. His vision was dimmed as waves of pleasure washed over his body. The first rope of cum shot straight down Roxanne's throat.
Roxanne felt the climax an instant before the cum shot down her throat. She began swallowing, as she knew much more would follow. Her hands continued to milk the heavy ball-sack, as the next spasm shot even more cum down her throat. Some filled her mouth and she delighted in the taste. Some loads were endured, as the taste was off-putting. Others like Tom's were to be savored. A bit salty, a touch of sweetness (did he drink pineapple juice regularly?) and an overall flavor that was very pleasant. This made swallowing his enormous load a pleasant experience.
"Mhmm, mhmm..." Roxanne urged Tom as each spasm of his massive cock sent more cum down her throat.
With a final thrust of his hips, Tom emptied his balls and the last drop of cum entered Roxanne's hungry mouth. He leaned back, exhausted. His vision slowly returned. It focused on Roxanne as she was licking the last drops of cum from the tip of his cock. She looked up and said, "Welcome back, lover. Did you enjoy that?"
"Holy fuck, baby. That was surreal. You are a true artist of oral pleasure."
"Glad you liked it. A cock like yours deserves to be pleasured thoroughly and often. Your wife does not appreciate what she has. Fortunately for you, I do..." Roxanne gave the shaft a light squeeze as if to emphasize her point.
She crawled back up to the head of the bed to join Tom. She reached over to kiss him. She knew that a lot of guys would decline, as they did not want to taste their own cum. Tom moved to meet her and his lips opened and his tongue met hers. She reciprocated and the remnants of his load passed back and forth between them. She was delighted in his actions.
She broke off the kiss. "Mhmm, how do you like the taste of your cum? As much as I do, I hope."
"Honestly, I have tasted myself before. Out of curiosity at first, but on occasion, I will taste myself because I like it. I do drink pineapple juice to improve the taste. Is that odd?"
"Not at all, lover. I thought you might drink pineapple juice and I am glad you enjoy your seed. I enjoy my own juices. I think I taste amazing."
Tom reached down with his index finger and, while never breaking eye contact, gently inserted it into her wet cunt. After wriggling the digit slightly, he brought it up to his lips. Tom licked the tip of his finger and said in a low voice, "You do."
It was a simple gesture, one that intimated a familiarity borne from a long relationship. Roxanne was surprised at how easily he had managed it. It aroused her. He continued to pleasantly surprise her. At first, Roxanne had felt sorry for this sweet man who had been deprived of sex. She had been drawn to him and thought that having sex with him would be a one-off, her charitable contribution to the sex-starved of the world. Instead, he was proving to be an equal, someone to explore sexual adventures with, giving and receiving pleasure and relishing it.
"May I?"
Tom offered her his finger and Roxanne opened her mouth to accept it. She sucked it in, swirling her tongue around the tip. "Mmm, I do taste wonderful." She met his gaze and tried to read his thoughts. Was he falling for her? Did she want him to? She had not planned on anything like that, but her attraction to this tall, older man was growing in leaps and bounds.
"We need to get a few things straight, is that okay with you?"
"Oh no, that sounds like the 'let's be friends' speech. I heard that in high school. Ouch..."
Roxanne smiled at his joke. "No, seriously, we need to set up some ground rules. I am more drawn to you than ever. I love your cock, to be frank. I want to experience it regularly. But I am not looking for a traditional relationship." She tried to read his eyes for a reaction.
"Nothing about you, my dear, is traditional. But I agree. I love your body and want to enjoy it as often as I can. But I don't know how often that will be. I am not looking for a divorce, at least not yet. And I know you are bisexual and have your long-time companion, Scarlett. I gather that is not changing." Tom stroked his hand from her shoulder down her chest, stopping to rub the tip of his finger over her nipple. It responded to the attention and stiffened.
"No, Scar is my soul-mate. We are forever joined and I will never leave her. So it pleases me that we seem to be on the same page. It would be a shame to end this because of a lack of understanding." She ran her own finger down his chest and traced the edge of his cock with it. It was still slick with her saliva.
Tom tugged on her nipple. He couldn't resist. Just looking at her breasts aroused him. Being denied this kind of casual nipple play for so long, he couldn't keep his hands off her.
"Okay, then. I want you to play with Scar and me soon. You will enjoy her immensely, as I do. She loves a nice big cock on occasion. I want you to know that I have many playmates in my stable." She rubbed the tip of Tom's cock, smearing the saliva and residual cum around.
"I figured as much, based on our text conversations. Not a problem for me."
"My latest would interest you. Her name is Claire. She is one of my assistants. I acquired her services at the college I teach at. You know I have a consulting business. I also am an adjunct professor in the psychology dept. She applied for an assistant position. She is remarkable."
"Mmm sounds interesting, continue please." Tom released her nipple and cupped the entire breast.
"She is tall like me but slender. Pale skin. Long legs and a firm ass. Her breasts are pert, a full B-cup. She is just nineteen years old. She is a virgin to men. She dated rarely in high school, even though she is breathtaking. She went to a small, religious school and her parents are very strict." Roxanne sucked on the tip of her finger, the one that was covered in Tom's residual cum.
Tom watched as Roxanne tasted his cum. It was so delicate and deliberate. As if she were sampling a fine cuisine in a Michelin-star restaurant. He squeezed her breast as he watched her.
"I seduced her. It took some time, but she was worth the effort. Her skin is so soft and smooth. She has a taste like a flower's nectar. It is the sweetest pussy I have ever enjoyed. She has great oral skills now. She is my treasure. I do not share her with anyone. You will never taste her pussy. So please, do not ask as I have pictures of her and videos as well. You may even meet her, but do not beg to have her join us."
"Okay. Not a problem. If you do not want me to touch her sexually, consider it not an issue. I can control my urges. I would never do anything to upset you, my dear." With that, he leaned in and gave her the most gentle kiss on her lips. Just a brief touch, but it was so sweet that Roxanne was touched.
"Good. I just wanted to be clear." Roxanne noticed that Tom's cock was responding to her touch. And she was wet from his constant fondling of her breast. Roxanne pushed Tom onto his back and straddled him.
"Now lay back while I ride you. I need to cum again."
Tom woke early and left the room without disturbing Roxanne. He arrived at the office for his class on time. The class went smoothly, as Tom could teach it without thinking. It was a good thing because his mind was focused on Roxanne's naked body lying in the hotel room bed. He wondered what she was doing and when his cock would be inside her tight cunt again. His fingers twitched as if he were pinching her nipple. After lunch with the class, he finished up day one and returned to the hotel in the afternoon.
Tom entered the made his way to the bar. His watch read 4:30. Roxanne was seated at a table swirling a glass of scotch. She looked up as Tom sat down. "I took the liberty of having the bartender pour us both a glass of Lag 11. I find it very interesting. How was your class?"
"Fine. I'm good at these things so I can do them in my sleep. Good thing, because I couldn't get the thought of your naked body in bed out of my head." Tom swirled his glass and brought it to his nose. Inhaling deeply, he took in the scents of smoke, wood and dried fruits. He took a sip and swirled it around his mouth before letting it slide down his throat. He looked up and met Roxanne's gaze. Her eyes were sparkling.
"Good. I figured you would have no problem, even with those naughty thoughts swirling around your head..."
"So what shall we do now?" Tom snickered, as he had plans to ravage Roxanne's body, doing the same things they did last night and maybe a few new ones too. He was giddy like he was when he first got laid. He remembered the excitement at the thought of his next encounter back in the day. His cock was always hard then. Well, it was hard now.
"Well, I have a surprise for you." Roxanne paused, gauging Tom's reaction. He smiled and took another sip. Seeing a positive one, she continued. "I invited a guest to join us, I hope you don't mind. I think you will be pleased."
Tom was taken aback. He assumed that another playmate would be in the future, but he did not expect it so soon. Was it Scar? Likely so, since she was the one Roxanne had mentioned and he figured it was a short drive from the condo they shared.
"Not at all. The more, the merrier. You know, I have never had a threesome. Bucket list item, check..." Tom grinned.
"Then finish your drink, lover."
"Can't hurry a good scotch, even for a really good fuck." Tom nosed his drink and leisurely took another sip.
Roxanne was surprised at Tom's patience. Most guys would have left the drink and hustled her up to the room, eager to fuck two women. Here was Tom, enjoying his scotch as if two mouths were not waiting to suck his cock. More points for Tom.
Fifteen minutes went by and they both finished their drinks. Rising, they made their way to the elevators. A short ride later, they arrived at the room. Roxanne stood in front of the door and said, "I hope you enjoy this, lover."
Opening the door, Tom was greeted by a female dressed in a sheer dressing gown. There was nothing on underneath, as he could see her nipples and pussy lips through the diaphanous fabric. She was tall, about the same height as Roxanne. She was slender and pale, with straight blonde hair. Firm B-cup breasts. She was exceptionally beautiful and very young. This couldn't be Scar. Scar was in her early forties. This vision was maybe twenty. Who was she? Not Claire. She was off-limits, right?
"Tom, this is Claire. Claire, may I present Tom." Claire stepped forward, seeming to glide instead of step and presented a delicate pale hand to Tom.
"Nice to meet you, Tom. Roxanne has told me a lot about you." Her smile was so innocent and sweet, yet in her bright blue eyes, Tom saw a hunger. Similar to the one in Roxanne's eyes. She was her protege, after all.
Tom took her hand in gently his. It was soft and warm. He imagined it wrapped around his thick shaft. "The pleasure is all mine. You are an absolute vision. Roxanne's glowing description did not do you justice, my dear." He raised her hand to his lips and pressed them gently on her skin.
"He is charming, just like you said he would be. I think I will enjoy this." Claire's voice was soft and sexy. So young and innocent-sounding.
"Tom, let me explain what is to transpire here tonight. Claire is a virgin in regards to men. She has never felt a cock in her tight, young pussy. She has been with women only. Myself, Scar and a few other select friends that you do not know of...yet." She winked at Tom, and his hard cock twitched.
Roxanne looked for Tom's reaction. Noting it was calm with a bit of excitement, she continued. "Claire is ready to experience her first cock. She is bisexual and leans towards women, like myself and Scar. But for the right man, an exception is made. The right cock is a wonderful thing that cannot be reproduced by a female companion. You possess that cock."
Tom was surprised. He had been told he would never experience the joys of Claire and here she was, in the flesh, waiting to have his cock inside her. And she was a virgin. Tom looked up and said a silent thank you to the gods of pleasure.
"I am honored to be your first then. I will be gentle. I hope I can make your first time memorable. I know it will be for me."
Roxanne stepped to Tom and whispered in his ear, "Well said. I knew this was the right choice. I was have been testing you from the moment we met. You have passed each one. I am fiercely protective of her. I had to make sure you were the right one. I expect you will live up to that trust." With that, she gave his cock a light squeeze and flicked her tongue in his ear.
"Shall we begin?" Roxanne moved to refill Claire's glass. A bottle of Chardonnay was already open and Claire had obviously had at least one glass. Her eyes were just a bit hazy but had that look of desire in them. Claire shrugged the gown off of her shoulders and it floated to the ground.
She was a vision. Like a Rennaisance sculpture. Tom began removing his clothes, his gaze never leaving her exquisite form. Claire moved over and sat on the edge of the couch. Her legs were slightly spread, and her pussy lips were moist and open.
Tom moved, as if in a trance, to his knees in front of Claire. He reached up and pulled her face to meet his. They kissed, gently at first, and then her mouth opened and her tongue parted his lips. It snaked expertly in his mouth, exploring and probing with a skill that belied her tender age. Roxanne was an excellent teacher, thought Tom as he returned her attention and probed her mouth with his own tongue.
Tom's hands reached for her pert breasts. He cupped them and squeezed them, reveling in the way her flesh moved under his touch. Kneading and caressing, he focused on her nipples. Pinching and tugging elicited a squeal that was stifled by Tom's mouth covering hers. Tom broke the kiss and took a nipple in his lips. He sucked on it, gently at first and then with more intensity. It hardened and Tom clamped his teeth down on it.
Claire moaned at the pain/pleasure of the bite.
Roxanne broke the spell. "Let's take this to the bedroom." They all got up and moved towards the other room. Roxanne's clothes had been removed without either Tom or Claire noticing. Roxanne's ass jiggled as she led the two into the bedroom.
Roxanne positioned Claire on the bed. She kissed Claire. As their tongues did a familiar dance, Tom spread her legs. What he saw made him catch his breath. Her lips were slick with her juices. Slightly parted, they called to Tom, begging him to lick and thrust his tongue deep into her opening. Tom couldn't resist that call and obliged.
The taste hit him first. Sweet, with just the hint of tang. It was a complex flavor, one he could not get enough of. Tom lapped like a thirsty dog, greedily devouring her pussy. He found her clit and latched on. Claire clamped her thighs around Tom's head.
Roxanne sucked on Claire's nipples. They were swollen and stiff. She reached between her legs and fingered her own swollen clit.
Claire was a bit overwhelmed. Tom was tongue-lashing her pussy, driving her to an impending orgasm. Roxanne's tongue lashed her nipples. She was receiving a double tongue-lashing. She writhed in ecstasy. Her orgasm was building.
Tom felt her pussy spasm just as her orgasm hit full force. He had clamped down on her clit, which triggered her climax. Sweet juices flooded his mouth. He drank and swallowed as fast as he could, but some escaped despite his best efforts. Claire's hips bucked and Tom grabbed her thighs in order to ride out the throes of passion.
When her orgasm subsided, Tom released his grip on her thighs. Tom raised up and moved forward. He made eye contact with Roxanne.
"Alright, Tom. I think she is ready now. Go slow. She is really tight, so she will need time to adjust to your length and thickness."
Tom nodded, his gaze fixed on Claire's wet cunt lips. He licked his own lips in anticipation. He had never been the first for any woman. He longed to feel her tight passage squeeze his cock. He lined up the head and pressed forward.
"Relax, baby," Roxanne cooed at Claire, stroking her hair. "It might hurt for a moment, but then it will feel really good."
Tom's cock stretched her lips as it entered her pussy. Claire groaned. Slowly, inch by inch, Tom worked his massive member into her tight virgin snatch.
Tom paused with three more inches to go. He looked at Roxanne and she smiled and winked at him.
"You are doing great, baby, just a few more inches," Roxanne whispered her words of encouragement.
Tom felt her vaginal walls relax a bit and pushed. His cock met resistance. He had hit her cervix, with a quarter-inch to go. He pulled out slowly. When he was almost fully out, he reversed his motion and drove his cock back in. The feeling was amazing. So tight and wet, it glided forward easily but with so much pressure squeezing his cock.
Tom looked up and saw that Roxanne had straddled Claire's face. She had lowered her own dripping pussy onto the young girl's face. Claire was greedily lapping at her slick cunt, and juices were flooding her face. Tom reached out and pinched Roxanne's nipple. It elicited a squeal from Roxanne, the first time he had heard that from her.
Tom continued to drive his thick cock into Claire's tight, no longer virgin pussy. The room was filled with noises. The squelching of Tom's cock pistoning in and out of Claire's juicy pussy, the moans of both Claire and Roxanne in response to the savage assaults on their cunts, and Tom's grunts as he thrust his thick shaft deep into Claire's tight pussy. The smell of sex permeated the room with a mix of ripe pussy and the light scent of sweat and perfume. Tom thought it was the sexiest scent he had ever experienced.
Roxanne spasmed. Her orgasm, the result of Claire's talented tongue, wracked her body. Her head lolled back and her eyes closed.
"Fuck me," she hissed. Tom pulled her nipple away from her chest, paused and released it. The firm flesh swung back and slapped against her. A wicked grin crossed Tom's face. He never tired of that sound or that visual. It was so sexy. Roxanne grunted when he pulled her nipple and moaned when he released it.
Claire stopped licking Roxanne's sopping wet cunt long enough to moan, "Fuck, oh shit I'm gonna cum!"
Again, Claire's pussy spasmed. This time, Tom felt it clench his cock with a vise-like grip. He resisted the urge to cum and hung on to her thighs, riding out her climax. Juices flowed, soaking his thighs and spilling onto the sheets. Claire writhed underneath him, moaning and squealing as the first orgasm from a cock continued to wrack her lithe body. Tom let go of one thigh and pinched her right nipple. He couldn't resist, as her dark pink nipple and silver-dollar-sized areola just begged him to. Her ripe flesh moved on her chest in the way only a nineteen-year-old's ripe tits can. Tom watched them jiggle as her orgasm ran its course.
Roxanne moved off of Claire's face. She looked at Tom. "Well done, lover. I think our young girl enjoyed her first cock. What say you, Claire?"
Claire looked at first Roxanne and then Tom. Her brow was sweat-covered and her blonde hair was dark and plastered to her temples. A light sheen covered her chest. She looked exhausted, but a smile was on her lips. "Oh fuck yes!" She looked Tom in the eye and said, "I love your cock. God, it is big and thick. I thought that Roxanne's toys were exaggerated, but your cock is as big as they are. Thank you for being gentle until I could adjust to it." She grinned and asked, "Can we do it again?"
Roxanne laughed out loud. "Later, I need to ride that now." With that said, she pushed Tom onto his back and mounted him. Claire followed suit and straddled his face, lowering her drenched pussy to Tom's anxious lips. Soon the two women were rocking in unison.
Claire's sweet young juices were flowing, covering Tom's face. He lapped and nibbled her swollen lips. At the same time, Roxanne rocked up and down on his thick cock. Her hips slapped against Tom's thighs. Moans, grunts, and squeals of pleasure again filled the room.
Tom reached up and grabbed Claire's ass cheeks. Pulling down, he thrust his tongue deep into her cunt. Her response was a guttural moan. Roxanne grabbed Claire's shoulders for support and drove her hips down, impaling herself on over eight inches of thick cock. Her tempo increased and sweat rolled off her, splashing on Tom. Tom could feel the precipice approaching. Ther would be no edging this time.
With a roar, Tom came. His sperm, hot and thick, shot straight up into Roxanne's womb. Spams after spasm shot cum deep inside her. When her pussy could hold no more, the excess spilled out and onto Tom and the sheets.
Claire exploded. Her juices flooded Tom's face. The two women riding Tom came, and Tom had joined them. They started within moments of each other, and the three of them rode their orgasms to completion.
When each one came to, they rolled over and lay on the bed, catching their breath. Tom was in the middle. He looked right, then left, admiring the female forms that he had been blessed to enjoy.
Roxanne grabbed his cock and squeezed it. "Mmm, nice work, lover. I am not easily satisfied and here I am, sated. And you seem to have tired out my young charge. You deserve a good nap." She winked at him and lay back.
Claire just rolled over, too tired to engage in any banter. She decided she liked cock, at least this cock.
All three drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Claire left with a kiss for both Roxanne and Tom.
"I hope we get to do this again, soon."
"I think that can be arranged." Roxanne hugged Claire as she got into her ride.
As she drove away, Roxanne turned to Tom. "Well, lover, that was quite the first time for a lot of things, yes?"
Tom nodded. "Yes, and thank you for many wonderful experiences."
"Well, at first it was simply a mission of mercy. But you turned it into so much more. We will talk soon about what happens next."
With that, Roxanne got into her ride and blew him a kiss as the car drove away.
Tom got into his own car and headed back home. He knew that his life had taken a turn. It would never be the same again. He was glad. The last thirty-six hours were the best he had ever experienced, and he was looking forward to more.
to be continued...
