Jules Kittridge returned home the day after his father’s arrest. He kept his motel room key, however, having paid for it in advance. Jules needed a spot to tend to his rampant sexual needs. He wasn’t going to be able to do that regularly once back at home.
Jules didn’t bother to call his father. He attended Bill’s arraignment alongside his family without comment. His siblings told him of their parents’ altercation. Naturally, Jules sided with his mother.
He came home and ate dinner with the family that Wednesday night, telling everyone grandiose tales of his experiences out in the world. He spoke of his job and his motel room but also of his joy at having a home-cooked meal. Abby Kittridge smiled, happy to have her son finally home. She warned Jules that the elders would be by soon on a JW fishing trip. And there was no telling when the authorities might allow Bill Kittridge to return home. Domestic violence laws in that state were strict. Abby said they’d cross that bridge when they came to it.
Jules sneaked downstairs late that night and fucked the living shit out of his sister Nancy. She welcomed him into her bed with open legs and jiggling tits. She’d missed the familiar comfort of his massive penis barreling in and out of her vagina. The siblings massaged their genitals together for an hour before slinking away, hot and sweaty, each dripping with semen, as befit long-separated lovers.
On Thursday morning, Jules awakened early and caught the bus to school with Tony and Delphia Gangels. He and Delphia hooked up after third-period gym class, immersing themselves in sensuality. Jules relieved himself in his girlfriend’s pussy, then sucked her clit, her tits and her asshole until she imploded. He told her that he’d returned home, but he wouldn’t be available that night. He had to work.
This was a lie.
Jules and Kurt Kuhlmann had a hookup planned with Greta Scarborough and her sister Gretchen. Jules wasn’t about to miss that on Delphia’s account.
The two married educators showed up at Jules’ motel room shortly after six p.m. It was dark and cold outside. The door to Jules’ room wasn’t fully closed. Greta pushed the door open to find Jules and Kurt lying on their backs, naked, each stroking monstrous erections.
Gretchen peeked in. How she’d allowed Greta to inveigle her in this extra-marital sexual nonsense was beyond her. She’d known these two silly boys since they were ninth graders. And now she was going to fuck them? Just because her husband came up a little short in the size department?
Gretchen’s reservations melted before the vision of these two black Adonis’ with preening cocks and rippling muscles. They didn’t look like meatheaded freshmen now. They looked confident. Arousing. Capable. They’d even lotioned up. They shined like competitive powerlifters.
The two women stumbled into the motel room, shutting the door behind them. Greta tried to laugh off the absurdity of their situation. They were only there to fuck. They weren’t there to discuss sentence structure, punctuation or paragraph development.
Quickly shedding their overcoats, the two women produced a bottle of Grey Goose and a small carton of orange juice.
“Fuck dat. Git naked!” Kurt ordered.
He’d come to realize that Greta liked an authoritarian bent. Obediently, Greta (twenty years older than he) began to undress. Taking her sister’s cue, Gretchen too moved to shed her clothing. This promised to be her first extra-marital experience. She was necessarily apprehensive.
Both women stripped down to their teddies and garters. Gretchen Bainbridge wore red. Greta Scarborough wore black. Silken brassieres exposed pink nipples. Silken panties sported vertical penile access openings. Their nylon, fishnet stockings reached up to their thighs. Those stockings had lines knitted up the back, as per David Lee Roth.
The two sisters looked like whores.
Whereas Greta was a flaming redhead, Gretchen was a natural brunette. One could easily see her crop of bushy, black pubic hair protruding from the opening in her panties. Her tits were larger than Greta’s. She was a year older. Greta’s skin was alabaster white, almost Scandinavian. Gretchen, a shade darker, almost Mediterranean. One would not have thought them sisters.
Kurt stepped from the bed, his dick a steely weapon lunging upward. He bade Mrs. Scarborough kneel and suck. Greta attacked his spiring cock with relish.
Jules took a more circumspect approach. Yes, he and Kurt had savaged Greta in the library earlier that week. Neither Jules nor Kurt had any history with Mrs. Bainbridge. This was her first devolution into kink. They were amazed that the demur school secretary agreed to this hookup.
Gretchen opened the bottle of Grey Goose. She mixed herself a screwdriver. Obviously, she needed a dose of liquid courage before proceeding. Jules waited patiently in bed, dick in hand.
“Would you like some?” Gretchen offered.
“Yeh. I’ll take a shot,” Jules agreed.
Gretchen mixed another drink and brought it over to him. Jules took a sip.
“That’s STRONG!!” he smiled, before gulping it down.
“You’ve really grown over the years,” she said to him, admiring his cock with her hands. “I remember when you first came to the school. You were a little guy!! You used to come to my house with those cutesy Watchtower magazines in hand!! What happened?”
Jules laughed.
“I got my dick sucked. Things changed that day. I grew up.”
Gretchen put her drink down. She bent over Jules and took his cock into her mouth. It was pungent, tasting of semen-encrusted pussy and baby oil. Her husband’s penis wasn’t nearly this thick. Gretchen didn’t mind sucking dick. But she’d come here to hide both these dicks in the crack of her ass. She hoped Jules was up to the task.
The two women sucked cock long and sloppy. It was evident they possessed an extensive, successful tenure at the sport. It was just as obvious this wasn’t their first time sucking cock in tandem. They tag-teamed Jules and Kurt, worshipping at their faucets, lavishing their penises in tongue and throat. Gretchen exulted in the newness of the experience. She hadn’t sucked a non-husband dick in years. It had taken Greta hours of wheedling to get Gretchen’s buy-in for this sortie. Now, with two massive teen cocks at her disposal, Gretchen was glad she’d come.
Kurt threw Greta over and planted his dick between her ass cheeks. Gretchen looked on anxiously. She watched as Kurt probed her sister’s crack relentlessly, finally finding the opening to her bowels.
Greta’s eyes widened in conjunction with her sphincter.
Gretchen wasn’t ready to go anal just yet. She shed her panties to expose her black-haired cunt. Jules looked on with approval. Gretchen now crawled the length of his body like a lurking alley cat. With her fragrant pussy lingering above his face, Gretchen pushed her pelvis forward, easing her clit into his mouth. Her hairy ebon pussy lips scratched his chin deliciously. Jules sucked her slit with the zeal borne of his ardor for new pussy.
Immediately, Gretchen soared to the point of collapse. She’d fantasized about this; the reality was better. Her clit ballooned. How could someone half her age suck pussy this elegantly? Gretchen caressed Jules’ ears, encouraging him to lick faster. She humped his face. Soon his dick would penetrate to vistas where his tongue could not.
Too late!
As she drifted along in the rapture of Jules’ cunnilingus, Kurt Kuhlmann sidled up behind her. Jules scrambled out of his way. The next thing Gretchen knew, Kurt’s dick was pressing her asshole open. Her attempt to decline went declined. First, two inches of pole encumbered her rectum, then four, then seven. Gretchen felt that if she moved a smidgen to the left or right, Kurt might break her open. She seized up tightly as Kurt’s full length and thickness plumbed her most southern port. Kurt luxuriated in the elation of her stink. He held her in place manfully. Basking in the fragrance of their anal conjoinment, Kurt began to churn.
Jules now mounted Mrs. Scarborough missionary. Happily, the older woman guided his penis home. Jules thrilled to the insensate joy of having another hot pussy closing about his shaft. Each inch further into paradise left him bedazzled. Greta, too, smiled with elation of cock insertion. Here she was, finally hobbling the big ‘uns, a fantasy she’d harbored since her early teens. Jules was amazingly firm. She clasped Jules’ head in the crooks of her elbows as he surged forward into her cunt.
The two teens fucked the two educators with increasing fervor. Gretchen hadn’t thought she’d enjoy being ass-fucked by a monster cock.
She was wrong.
Kurt came soon after entering her, thus providing Gretchen’s anal chasm an appropriate measure of natural lubricant. Gretchen felt his penis soften inside her before it rebounded, thickened, and began pounding her ass with renewed vigor.
Jules graced Greta with a full blast, holding her pussy in place as he delivered up a jism storm for the ages. He, too, softened perceptibly for a time before slowly regaining tumescence. Jules’ timely resurgence made Greta glad. She hadn’t cum yet. She’d bragged to her sister about the number of times she’d cum with her pussy wrapped tightly about Kurt’s and Jules’ penises. Now, with that first explosive teen nut behind them, they could fuck with reckless abandon. Greta expected to curdle about both these penises tonight, leaving her long untended passion lying bereft in the threads of these cheap motel sheets.
They fucked and fucked. They fucked until little wisps of smoke sizzled up from between both women’s buttocks. Predictably, it became uncomfortable. Jules and Kurt headed south to suckle, and to allow the white women’s pussies to cool. All too soon they were back at it, pounding pussy with pole. The sisters had never been fucked this gloriously.
Gretchen withheld her orgasm, allowing it to build and double over upon itself. She felt Kurt’s penis down there motoring away like a jackrabbit.
“Faster. FASTER!!!” she demanded, whispering frantically into his ear.
Kurt complied. With speed came power. He plowed ever deeper into her honeypot, grunting with the effort. For this Gretchen was grateful. She seemed to feel his dick surging behind her titties. His penis was pounding pudding three inches past the point any prior pole had plowed. Each time Kurt surged forward into her poonce, Gretchen skittered skyward.
Kurt and Jules swapped out. Kurt mounted Greta. Jules mounted Gretchen.
As soon as Jules entered her fully, Gretchen came. She clasped the youngster in a deathly tight bear hug, wrapping her calves fiercely about his buttocks, and just exploded about his penis with a full-body orgasmic rage.
Already in a similar swoon, Greta looked to her sister and grinned. She closed her eyes to focus on the electrical dynamo surging up from the curly red mound at the juncture of her thighs. Even now euphoria rose up to subsume her. She came and locked Kurt in a full-body vice as her sexual elation swarmed and jagged raggedly.
The boys waited for their charges to return to the land of the living with their penises still simmering inside smoking holes. Gretchen looked up at Jules in recognition of his talent.
“I’m…I’m…still right…there. Go hard…and…fast again. Just start out slow,” she counselled breathlessly.
Greta didn’t have to counsel Kurt Kuhlmann. Kurt was always a steaming engine of churn, ready to ignite a steaming pussy at a moment’s notice. He didn’t wait for Greta to recover. As soon as her grip loosened, Kurt went back to work on dat pussy, extracting another sizzling orgasm from the older woman minutes later. He turned her over to fuck her up the ass again. Greta was thrilled to be manhandled in this manner—ass to pussy to mouth—for the third time that week. Her marital sex life had become quite mundane. Ned couldn’t fuck like this. He’d never been able to.
Kurt ejaculated in Greta’s ass just as Jules and Gretchen were consummating a similar vaginal communion. Greta could feel the firehose rush of his semen as he emptied himself into her bum. His cock expanded and contracted obscenely inside her. His balls ballooned. Jules came too, enveloped in the comforting warmth of Gretchen’s grown woman pussy. The boys skeeted their seed forth, seized up and finally slumped. The two women lay there, their pussies matted and damp, reeking of semen, steam and sexual stench.
“Whew!! That was fun!!”
Jules flumped over onto his back. Kurt followed suit.
Greta and Gretchen nestled up into their armpits.
“You’re WAY too young to fuck this good,” Gretchen observed.
She toyed with Jules’ lumpish penis. They kissed briefly. She bent down to give him a girlish suck. Jules pushed her away. It was too soon to elicit yet another boner. Penises need time to breathe after cumming so expressively.
Greta Scarborough noticed herself becoming more and more enamored of Kurt. She felt warm and safe in his embrace. In the span of three encounters, her pussy yielded to his intrusion. No other penis, not even Jules’, would do.
She lay naked in Kurt’s arms and envisioned their future together, twisting her cum-sticky, fireapple-red pubic hair into dreadlock braids as Kurt gently squeezed her tits.
For his part, Kurt was wondering after Denise.
