We banged on the door and then tried the doorbell. I knew she was home alone because I watched her husband leave with a golf bag. Standing there for several minutes, David asked, “Are you sure about this? She probably chickened out.”
“That would suck,” James grunted, “I even took a shower before I came.”
“Damn,” I laughed, “And it’s not even Sunday. Let’s check around back.”
“You motherfuckers better not be fucking with me,” David grumped, “I was going to a game with my dad.”
I ignored him as we walked between her house and the privacy fence that Mr. Wheatley installed several months after having their swimming pool put in. He had, on several occasions, caught me perving his wife as she sunbathed, sometimes topless. I made myself cum many nights to that image in my head.
I was the first to see her when we got to the back corner, “Is she back there?” David called from fifteen feet behind me.
Miss Cheyenne heard him and looked up at me from where she sat drinking a glass of something. With a smile, she waved me back, “Come on over, Terry.” she called, “Your mother said you were going to bring some helpers?”
“Hey Mrs. Wheatley,” I answered, my eyes taking in her body, hidden in a floral summer dress that hung loose on her shoulders and down to mid-thigh, “Yeah, I brought my friends, David and Billy.”
“Call me Cheyenne,” she smiled, “No need to be so formal. Hello David and I don’t believe I know your friend, Billy.”
“He lives over in Whitehills,” I said, “Doesn’t get over this way too often.”
“I hope you guys can handle the job,” Mrs. Wheatley smiled.
“We will give it all we have,” I answered, “Where do we start?”
“First off,” Mrs. Wheatley said, “Do you guys mind working together or do you like to separate?”
“We don’t mind working together,” I answered and the other two nodded, “You’re the boss, Mrs. Wheatley. Tell us what you want us to do.”
David was already sporting a massive woody that tented the front of his shorts. Mrs. Wheatley noticed and said with a smile, “Again, it’s Cheyenne. No need for that Mrs. stuff. It looks like David brought his tool with him. I hope you guys did as well.”
“Yes ma’am,” I said in unison with my friend James, then continued, “Mine is more of a pull-start tool though.”
“That’s fine,” Cheyenne smiled, “I’m used to that. We can let him get to work while I try to start you two up. Follow me, boys.”
I smiled at my friends who were smiling back at me when Cheyenne led us to the back door of her house. We all watched her middle-aged ass sway in her summer dress. She wouldn’t need to do too much to get me started because I seemed to be growing as we followed her. I couldn’t help but think how hot she was for a fifty-something-year-old woman.
Once in the kitchen, Cheyenne turned to face the three of us, unbuttoning the front of her sundress, “Looks like you guys are all up and running,” she said, looking at the bulges in our shorts, “Better get those clothes off, boys.”
None of us had to be told again. I pulled my shirt off as Davis pushed his shorts and boxers to the floor, kicking his shoes to the side. James did the same and they both removed their shirts as I dropped my shorts and kicked my shoes off. Cheyenne sat on a barstool, her legs spread and her fingers playing with her exposed clitoris. My cock stood hard and high as I took in the sight of her delicious body.
“What’s that?” James asked, staring between her legs.
Cheyenne pressed her fingers on either side of her elongated clitoris, causing it to prominently jut between them. It was erect and as long as her thumb, not to mention it being just as thick, “That’s my clit. Do you like it?”
“Yes ma’am,” we said in unison, all of us nodding in astonishment.
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Billy said, adding, “I thought you were a morfadite when I saw it.”
“What the fuck?” James asked, looking at Billy in confusion, “What does that mean?”
“He meant hermaphrodite,” Cheyenne clarified.
“What is a herma?” James struggled, “However you say it.”
With a chuckle, still caressing her huge clitoris, Cheyenne replied, “Hermaphrodite. That is a person with both male and female reproductive parts.”
“So,” James grinned, “A pussy and a dick?”
“Yeah,” our hostess nodded with a smile, “But this isn’t a dick.”
“It’s sexy as fuck,” I chimed, “Can I get a closer look?”
“Don’t be shy,” Cheyenne smiled.
Kneeling between her creamy white thighs, I watched her pull the hood of her clit back to reveal its tiny head. So closely resembling a cock head, it pointed straight at my face, just inches from my nose. She stroked its short length between two fingers. I could see the moisture building on it, glistening in the sunlight that beamed through her window.
“Do you want to taste it?” Cheyenne hoarsely asked.
Without answering, I moved closer, touching the tip of my tongue to it. Her moan was soft and low. Her scent was an overpowering mix of feminine excitement and lustful musk. I took her larger-than-normal appendage between my lips. It was fully erect and I could feel it twitch in my sucking kiss. Her juices spilled onto my tongue as if from a million tiny springs. I took her in deeper, her clitoris almost buzzing on my tongue.
It was as if she had a tiny dick and I wanted to suck it until she came. I think she did several times as my two friends stood on either side of me, watching me suck her three-inch clitoris. My new lover leaned back, her legs spread wide, her body tensing and undulating uncontrollably, “I need a dick in me,” she almost demanded, “Come with me. Let's take this to the bedroom.”
I stood from between her knees, the taste of her pussy very keen on my tongue, and let her lead us to her bed where she had me lie on my back. Cheyenne crawled onto the bed and took my cock, drooling pre-cum, into her mouth.
Straddling my face, she covered my body in a sixty-nine position. I wasted no time by sucking her engorged clitoris between my lips again, lashing at it with my tongue. She was a cock-sucking expert, pulling back my foreskin and lovingly kissing the head of my dick. The warmth of her mouth soothed any nervousness in me when she took my cock in, sucking softly and swirling her tongue around it.
The tip of my nose, wetted by her pussy, poked at her asshole while I slid my tongue up and down the center of her opening, making sure to attend to her enormous clit with every swipe. I could tell that she needed more.
Looking back over her shoulder at my two friends that stood watching and stroking their hard dicks, she cried, “Somebody fuck me.”
James and David shared a nervous look then both moving at the same moment nearly knocked each other down trying to climb onto the bed. James was the first to get in position, his cock and balls just inches over my face dripping pre-cum onto my nose. Grinning down at me, he took his cock in hand and began to drum my forehead with it.
“Fuck me,” Cheyenne moaned impatiently, “I need that dick.”
James moved forward, his knees touching my ears, and pushed the head of his stiff dick into our host. His balls hung low, dragging over my forehead and nose as he pushed deeper into her push. Cheyenne moaned, holding my dick in her left hand and pressing her forehead onto my hip. From my perspective, his cock seemed a foot long and thick as a brick.
Watching him sink slowly into the wet pussy that I had been eating, I was amazed at how she stretched to accommodate his girth. His cock disappeared inside her sex, my friend’s balls resting on my lips. I couldn't help but give them a lick. I was overwhelmed by the odor of her pussy and his ass. My cock felt harder than it ever had. I let my tongue wander over his balls and up the crack of his ass, tasting him for the first time. Although I had sucked his dick twice the night before, this was the first time I felt as though I was doing something that would be considered gay.
Shaking the thought from my mind, I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, washing it with my tongue. I could taste her pussy juices on it. My dick throbbed in response to the things I did. I turned my attention back to her clitoris, sucking it like a small cock, my head bobbing on it while Jsmes’ balls bounced on my nose.
So wrapped up in eating pussy and licking James’ balls, I failed to notice that Cheyenne was sucking David’s cock and mine at the same time, sometimes alternating between the two and sometimes simultaneously. She was a real freak. I wondered if her husband was enough for her. Since my friends and I were having our way with her, he was not.
James’ thrusts were getting faster and shorter. I knew that he was about to come.
Cheyenne had already gone through several orgasms since we started and my face was drenched in her juices and James’ precum.
One last, deep thrust, and James groaned, “I'm coming.”
Pulling his ass cheeks apart, I drove my tongue deep into his asshole, intensifying his orgasm. His balls drew up tightly to his groin, expelling their delicious, white syrup. He clenched his ass, his groans of pleasure filling the room, pushing his squirting cock as deep into our lover as he could. His orgasm was very powerful, filling her pussy with his seed. So full that his cum dripped back out onto my chin. I made sure to catch it on my tongue and in my mouth, drinking it down.
James was breathing deep and hard when his cock slipped from Cheyenn’s dripping cunt, soft and nasty with their combined juices. I didn't hesitate but took his spent member in my mouth, sucking it clean before returning to dip the cum from our hostess. Her orgasm started afresh when I pulled her pussy lips open with my fingers and started sucking cum from her hole. Sitting upright, the weight of her body pressing down on my face, she trembled violently.
Cheyenne fell forward, her orgasm finally fading, and took my cock in hand again, “Your turn,” she whispered to David, “Fuck me like your buddy did.”
