“That’ll be a nickel, ma’am,” the jitney cab driver said over his shoulder. His eyes widened as Delilah leaned forward, giving him an unforgettable view of her vast décolletage and dropping a heavy half dollar into his calloused hand.
“Keep the change, Mac,” she breathed into his ear, giving him a whiff of her exotic Mitsouko perfume and possibly her cock breath, then slid out of the car and shimmied down West 116th Street towards Columbia’s economics department.
Delilah’s wide ass swayed as she approached the building, and she felt the back of her short white skirt sticking to the cum that Raoul had shot on her ass. Her fat boobs swayed as she climbed the stairs to the second floor, and she felt the front of her matching camisole sticking to the cum that Raoul had shot on her tits. All in all, it had been a busy morning, and it was only ten o’clock.
She approached her husband’s office and was delighted to hear him in conversation with his handsome young graduate student, Lloyd Campbell.
“Yep, it’s well and truly dead,” Lloyd’s voice floated out into the corridor.
Delilah entered through the open door and asked in mock horror as she dropped her bag and tennis racket on the floor, “Dead? What are you two monsters discussing?”
“Rice cultivation in South Carolina,” Harvey explained.
“The industry is dead, Mrs. Davenport.” Lloyd clarified with a grin, running a hand through his tousled mop of black hair.
“Really, Lloyd, no more Carolina Gold?” Delilah leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms below her chest, causing both her breasts and Lloyd’s eyes to bulge slightly.
“No, ma’am,” Lloyd smiled as he recovered his composure. “For a hundred and fifty years, South Carolina’s economy was dominated by rice, and business was booming.”
“However…” Delilah prodded.
“However, it had always depended on slave labor. The growing conditions were wretched— venomous snakes, malarial mosquitoes. The average worker survived for only three years.”
“Mercy me! That’s terrible.”
“Indeed,” Harvey took up the tale. “Nobody would do that work unless they had no choice. The industry was moribund after emancipation, and a hurricane in 1911 destroyed the irrigation systems and other infrastructure, sounding the death knell.”
“And I suppose there was no sense in rebuilding?”
“No,” Lloyd continued. “The labor that used to be done by humans has become increasingly mechanized, and the swampy ground in the coastal low country cannot physically support the heavy machinery; it sinks in the mud.” He opened the 1920 U.S. Census report to a page he had marked. “Rice production has shifted to Arkansas, Texas, and especially Louisiana, and it’s never coming back. It’s all here in Table 51 on page 772.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” Delilah demurred with a faint smile, still standing in the doorway. “But it’s astonishing, that an industry that was so important to a region for so long can simply end.”
“It happens,” Lloyd shrugged. “Take the whaling industry in New England. Whale oil was prized for lubricating machinery, and sperm oil was prized for lighting lamps.”
Delilah raised an eyebrow at the mention of lubrication and sperm oil but reserved comment.
Lloyd went on. “An oil-drilling boom in the 1850s and ‘60s provided two excellent replacements: petroleum for lubrication and kerosene for lighting. Whale-based products weren’t economically viable after that.”
“And good riddance! Those damned Redfern whalebone corsets we used to wear,” Delilah rolled her eyes while quoting an advertising slogan from fifteen years prior. “A woman has an awful lot to thank a whale for. What a crock of shit,” she sneered.
“Yes,” Lloyd smiled. “The boning in modern corsets is usually steel or celluloid, not baleen.”
Delilah raised an eyebrow at the mention of boning but reserved comment.
“Darling, I believe you said you’d see me at home later,” Harvey ventured, stroking his graying beard pensively.
“Yes, but after my tennis lesson with Raoul went so well, I thought I’d pay you two a surprise visit.”
Harvey’s ears perked up and he caught Lloyd’s eye. “The two of us, you say?”
“Yes,” Delilah replied with an enigmatic smile. “The two of you.” She leaned back and looked up and down the corridor, then stepped inside the office and closed the door behind her.
Lloyd pretended he was all business. “What can we do for you, Mrs. Davenport?”
“Well, Lloyd, you’ll never believe what happened during my lesson this morning.”
“Try me.”
“I leaned over the net and let my instructor fuck me from behind, and then he pulled out and came all over my ass.”
“I s-see,” Lloyd said casually, though his insides were churning.
“And then, if you can believe this, he was still hard, so I sucked his cock until he came a second time, all over my tits.”
“Good heavens,” Lloyd whispered.
“But you know all about cumming on my tits, Lloyd,” Delilah teased.
“Indeed he does,” Harvey laughed.
“Oh, and…” Delilah trailed off uncertainly.
“Yes?” Harvey waited.
“I told Raoul I was his cum whore,” she added, glancing apprehensively at her husband.
“By golly,” Harvey said in a reverent tone, his eyes aglow. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“I was rather worked up by the end of our workout; I may have gotten carried away.” She tilted her head in thought. “Raoul was dripping sweat all over me, too.”
“Was that revolting, or did you like it?”
“It was pretty steamy, in more ways than one,” Delilah bantered. “It’s already getting hot outside, and it’s only a quarter past ten.”
“The weather this week has been topsy-turvy,” Lloyd broke in. “It got up to 84 degrees on Tuesday, then yesterday it was only 54 degrees. Both the Giants and Robins games were cancelled due to the cold.”
“Yes, it said in the paper that June sixteenth is the latest date that a ballgame has ever been postponed due to cold weather,” Harvey confirmed.
“To get back to what I was saying,” Delilah gently redirected the conversation. “I was covered in sweat and cum after my lesson. Instead of going straight home to have a bath, I thought you boys could help clean me up…”
Lloyd and Harvey, their mouths watering, waited for the other shoe to drop.
“...because I’m such a dirty whore,” Delilah purred, looking both men in the eyes.
“So why are we wasting time talking about baseball? Lock the door and get over here,” Harvey commanded.
Her eyes flashing with excitement, Delilah turned the lock and approached the desk. “Where do you want me, big boy?”
“Kneel in the chair, facing backwards.”
Delilah took the hand Harvey offered and climbed into his brown leather desk chair, kneeling on the seat and holding onto the seat back.
“Lloyd, would you like heads or tails?” Harvey chuckled.
“I’ll choose heads.” Lloyd grinned and walked around behind the desk chair, then reached down to grasp the bottom hem of Delilah’s camisole. As he slowly peeled it upwards, Delilah leaned forwards and kissed him on the nose. Pulling the garment up over her bountiful bosoms, Lloyd stared at the fabric as it clung to and then released her skin, which was still tacky with cum that had not fully dried. Leaving the camisole bunched up above her enormous tits, Lloyd dove in and began licking the cum residue that coated them.
After watching Lloyd get started, Harvey crouched behind his wife and pulled her skirt up to reveal her bare bottom. Delilah flipped her black hair and looked over her shoulder, smiling as he leaned forward and began to lick her ass.
“Ooh, get in there, dear,” Delilah encouraged him. “He shot a lot of cum on me, and it ran down between my cheeks. You won’t want to miss that.”
Harvey grunted in response and spread her cheeks with his hands as he ran his tongue up and down her crack, then focused his attention on her lower back where Raoul had aimed his first load.
Delilah turned and looked down at her chest, where Lloyd was tonguing her big boobs with enthusiasm. “Such fine work,” she observed. He buried his face between her massive milkers, licking and sucking every square inch—every round inch?—of surface area in between them.
“Lloyd, I rubbed his cum all over my tits,” Delilah prodded him, and he ran his tongue over her boobs in ever-widening circles before zeroing in on her hard pink nipples and suckling them. “Mmm, good boy,” she cooed, then yelped with delight as Harvey slashed his tongue across her pucker. “Lloyd, suck my fucking tits!” she hissed. “Harvey, lick my fucking asshole!”
While continuing to lick her fucking asshole, Harvey jammed two fingers inside his wife’s wet cunt and drove them in and out. Delilah groaned with pleasure and began rubbing her clit with one hand while desperately hanging onto the back of the chair with the other. Lloyd had squeezed her tits together so he could alternate sucking each nipple in rapid succession, and Delilah was growing delirious from the sensations coursing through her body.
“Uuh huuh huuuh...” she moaned as the familiar feeling built. “Uuuh huuuh huuuuh...”
“Are you going to cum, Mrs. Davenport?” Lloyd inquired with a smirk, pausing for only a few seconds before locking his lips onto one nipple and rolling the other between his forefinger and thumb.
“Uh huh! Uh huh!” Delilah nodded her head shakily as she frigged her fingertips against her swollen clit.
Harvey continued pumping his fingers into her soggy snatch. “Lloyd, you’d better kiss her before she starts wailing!” he warned before returning his attention to Delilah’s rear end, increasing the pressure of his tongue on the center of her gasping asshole.
Lloyd popped his mouth off Delilah’s boob and pinched both of her nipples as Delilah clamped her lips on his and began emitting muffled shrieks into his mouth.
“Mmmpf! Mmmmpf! Mmmmmpf!”
Delilah shuddered as her orgasm coursed through her body, sending sparks from her core to her fingers and toes. She pulled away from Lloyd and drew a huge breath before kissing him again, this time thrashing her tongue around in his mouth.
“Mmm! Let me taste that fucking cum!” she hissed before diving in again. Lloyd placed his hands on her jaw and mauled her mouth with his.
Harvey backed away, stood up, and spun the swivel chair around until Delilah was facing him with an unhinged expression on her face and her sloshy, shiny boobs draped over the back of the chair.
“Harvey, let me taste that fucking cum, and let me taste my own fucking asshole!”
Harvey was already leaning in and needed no extra encouragement. Delilah licked his lips and sucked on the tip of his tongue while he drubbed her stiff pink nipples with his fingertips.
After a moment, Delilah leaned back and slid out of the chair, kneeling on the floor and looking up at both men with her brown eyes showing the porcelain whites below. “I need to suck both of your cocks, now!”
The men lost no time in unbuttoning their suspenders and flies, dropping their drawers to reveal their proud cocks standing at attention. Delilah grabbed a dick in each fist and alternately impaled her face on each one, first Lloyd, then Harvey, then Lloyd, then Harvey… Both men removed their suit jackets and shirts, tossing them aside as she gorged herself on their cocks.
“Mercy me,” Delilah swooned, taking a moment to catch her breath. Strings of spit were hanging off her chin and wrists. She slowly stroked Lloyd’s cock with her hand as Harvey stepped back and removed his shoes and trousers. “Lloyd, on our anniversary you ate cum out of my pussy and then shot your cum on my tits.” Flashing him a wicked smile, she continued. “Today you ate cum off my tits… so how would you like to shoot your cum in my pussy?”
Lloyd was rendered speechless as her offer hung in the air. “You’re a real bearcat, Mrs. Davenport,” he eventually managed to say, shaking his head with a laugh. “Let me finish getting undressed.”
Delilah smiled and turned to her husband. “Heads or tails, dear?” she asked him, batting her eyelashes.
“Oh, you’re getting it up the ass, baby!” Harvey scoffed, his voice thick with desire. “Get some more spit on my cock.”
“Fuck my face!” Delilah hissed as Harvey lurched forward again. “Make me your whore!”
Harvey rubbed his cock on his wife’s face before sliding it between her plump lips. “Gluck, gluck,” she gurgled as he roughly pounded his cock into her mouth, his hairy balls slapping against her chin.
“Glaawk,” she croaked when Harvey pulled out, trailing a thick white rope of saliva that stretched from the head of his cock to her lower lip. He collected it in his right hand while pushing Delilah’s head to the floor with his left.
“Ass in the air, you fucking whore,” he growled. “Get ready to take my cock,” he continued as he slathered the thick spit on her asshole and slipped a finger inside.
“Yes, I’m your fucking whore! I need your cock in my ass!” Delilah moaned into the carpet, her whole body quivering with anticipation.
Removing his finger, Harvey knelt behind her and slowly eased his cock into her ass.
“Oh, yesss!” Delilah crooned.
“Lloyd,” Harvey ordered. “Get under there and let’s fuck this bitch into the middle of next week.”
“Got it, boss!” Lloyd slid himself under Delilah, then used one hand to aim his hard cock at her ragged pussy while gently pressing her hip with his other hand, guiding her downwards onto his stiff prick. “Hssss—” he exhaled through gritted teeth as Delilah’s soft, wet cunt enveloped his raging dick.
Initially, both men held still and let Delilah rock her body forwards and back again, adjusting to the feeling of their rock-hard cocks stretching out her adjacent holes. Then Harvey gripped her splayed cheeks and began thrusting slowly in and out of her tight asshole.
“Kiss me, Mrs. Davenport,” Lloyd demanded. “I want to taste your ass.”
Delilah lay down and offered her mouth to him, squashing her boobs against his chest. Their tongues danced gently as Lloyd thrust his cock upwards into her cunt and Harvey continued fucking her in the ass and kneading her cheeks with his hands. Delilah moved her head to the side and whispered in Lloyd’s ear, “If you really want to taste my ass…”
“Let me eat your pussy first,” Lloyd said aloud. Delilah and Harvey raised themselves up a bit so he could slide his cock out, then he turned around and began tonguing her gaping cunt while his tantalizing dick bobbed and jerked in front of Delilah's face.
“I can’t help myself when you tempt me so,” Delilah lamented as she leaned forward and slipped the crown of Lloyd’s cock into her mouth, sloppily sucking the head.
In this configuration, the three of them didn’t last long. Lloyd went first, spurting his hot, salty load into Delilah’s mouth, which she held without swallowing. In his excitement, Lloyd lapped Delilah’s clit savagely, which set her off into another frenzy of muffled grunts as she orgasmed with her mouth full of his dickhead and his cumload. Delilah’s clenched sphincter spurred Harvey to slam his cock deep into her ass and unleash a torrent of scalding sperm into her colon.
Harvey pulled out and went to kneel next to Delilah, face to face, as she sat up straight. Kneeling over Lloyd’s face, she relaxed and allowed Harvey’s slippery cum to trickle out of her suppurating ass into his mouth. Lloyd licked all around her bright pink asshole and slurped up the cum as it oozed forth, while Delilah drooled Lloyd’s cum into Harvey’s mouth, which he eagerly accepted.
When everyone had swallowed their fill, Delilah crawled off Lloyd and lay on her back in a daze. “Maybe you two should suck each other’s cocks to clean them off,” she murmured languidly.
Harvey barked a laugh. “If we started doing that, we’d probably never get any work done around here.” He moved closer and waved his softening dick at his wife’s face. “You wanted to be my whore; you can suck it clean.” Delilah smiled wryly and took his cock into her mouth, licking the shaft all over and teasing one final drop of cum out of the tip.
Lloyd spoke up. “Mine is already pretty clean, Mrs. Davenport. It smells like your pussy and I’d like to keep it that way, if you don’t mind.”
“That’s a wonderful thought, Lloyd,” Delilah replied with a giggle. “I hope you spank the monkey tonight in bed and think of me.”
“Oh, most definitely,” Lloyd grinned. “You can count on it.”
“I’m sorry that you didn’t get to shoot your cum in my pussy. Maybe next time?”
“Oh, most definitely,” Lloyd repeated with a laugh. “You can count on it.”
Delilah thought for a second and gave her husband a pointed look. “Unless, of course, Lloyd chooses tails next time…”
