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New Mission

As much as she tried to behave ‘normal’, Amelia could not shake off the fear that someone might recognise her, even though she had taken all the precautions to avoid that. To make matters worse, that tanned, young NS boy walking next to her was still talking casually to her, possibly also trying to suppress any awkwardness he had, to which she chose not to reply a word to.

(NS boy asked) ‘Your IC?’

Amelia slid out the card from one of the pockets in her tote bag, long prepared for this moment so not one more second would be wasted.

(Front desk asked) ‘Just visiting right? No more than 2 person can be in the room after midnight.’

(NS boy answered) ‘Yes. Just visiting sir.’

Once they were registered, they went straight into the lift and Amelia couldn’t resist lunging herself into his arms, burying her face in his stiff chest to relief all the stress of this meeting. It has been a long time since she had felt this flustered, especially after she had a baby, and faced growing alienation from her husband – for some reason.

From the mirrors in the lift, she could see herself clearly. She wasn’t very fat, nor scarily thin, but short, and full-figured. It would be the first time she had done this, but she had never felt more safe and assured being surrounded by 4 walls and a stranger’s hug.

Once inside the room, the other two guys, also similarly tanned, fit, and short haired shook her hand eagerly, introducing themselves to the soft spoken wife with slight hesitation. After exchanging formalities, Amelia reminded the boys of the plan and excused herself into the bathroom. Stripping herself down to nothing, she pulled a blindfold over her eyes and opened the door.

(Amelia asked softly) ‘Jordan?’

‘Yupp! I’m here.’

(Amelia cont.) ‘Hold my hand and guide me to the bed. Are your clothes off?’

(Jordan answered) ‘Yes. It’s off.’

After Jordan sat her down on the short edge of the bed, Amelia positioned him right in front of her face.

(Amelia further asked) ‘Can you ask your friends to stand next to you on both sides?

Once she had ‘confirmed’ their positions in front of her, she began groping around for his dick, that was pleasantly erect. Without saying a word more, her head dived straight for his throbbing manhood and began making long, deep strokes. Groans quickly filled the room at once, along with some giggles that faded away after both her hands located the other two penises by Jordan’s side.

With her fingers wrapped around their shafts, her thumbs did all the teasing and prodding, while her lips and tongue kept working. Soon, the three of them were gasping and moaning while their bodies rocked back and forth out of balance, and yet none of them rushed anything.

(Amelia panting) ‘Ahhh.. you’re next.’

A little wriggle of her right hand brought the corresponding guy to the centre, where her mouth swiftly resumed work while her hands massaged the other two dicks. One by one, each of them were devoured till Amelia was satisfied, and she knew exactly how close they were to cumming – if she wished for them to. About 15 minutes of that crazy, mind-boggling consecutive blowjob later, she let all of them go and turned herself around onto her fours, facing the headboard.

Although she couldn’t see, there wasn’t really a need to, since her toes were still dangling over the edge of the mattress (in doggystyle).

(Amelia asked) ‘Whoever I sucked last, can you put on a condom and help yourself? Jordan come kneel in front of me.’

Before Jordan could get in position, a hot, thick penis was splitting her vaginal walls apart, with less inhibition that she had liked. Still, it felt hot, and raw, enough for moans to escape her mouth while she struggled to get a hold of Jordan’s hips in front of her face. In little time, her mouth soon found its rightful place and began slurping on Jordan’s slightly deflated dick to its full glory, while one of her free hands continued to stroke the non-penetrating guy to keep him warm.

Like the eager, horny, young men they were, that dick pumping wildly inside him was anything but paced. The insides of Amelia was spread so deep and fast inside that orgasms were just awaiting for the right time to erupt.

(Random voice) ‘ARGH ARGH ARGH! I’M SHOOTING! NOWWWW!’

One, two, three deep thrusts brought her upper body into a small shiver, as orgasm flooded her head. Feeling a little dizzy from the lack of air and the powerful climax, Jordan and his buddy held her gently while she went weak.

(Jordan asked) ‘You alright?’

(Amelia panting) ‘Yeah.. whoever just came.. don’t tie the condom.. Mmmm!’

She yanked Jordan’s balls back to her face and sucked him off again, for a few seconds until he was rock hard.

(Amelia commanded) ‘You’re next.’

While Jordon armed himself, Amelia patted the empty space in front of her for his buddy to take his place, but first cleaned the expended muzzle with her mouth. Once everyone was in place, Amelia took the second dick into her mouth and began sucking loudly, while Jordan slipped himself inside. Thinner but slightly curved, he hit her right spot once, then repeatedly rammed that same spot until her second orgasm came – within a minute.

Her convulsing body made her blowjob even hotter as she attempted to muffle her moans by going deep throat, gagging so hard it worried everyone in the room. Everyone kind of slowed down until she resumed shoving her head into his groin, choking herself willingly, that everyone really went all out on her. Saliva, pussy juices, cum-covered hand, soiled her body and things got hotter than ever.

Jordan took slightly less time to cum, but the three boys knew exactly what to do next. They rotated their angles, and a fresh dick was inside her in no time. By then, Amelia has had 3, or 5? orgasms, and the last of them was the thickest, and longest. Her next few minutes were solely filled with muffled screams and violent convulsions as her body was overwhelmed with pleasure, right up to the few seconds AFTER that last dick filled the balloon with semen.

(Random voice) ‘Are you ok miss?’

(Amelia answered weakly) ‘Yes.. very ok.. pause where is the first condom?’

Lying defeated on the bed, she was handed the cold cum pouch, and she proceeded to pour its content into her mouth.

(Amelia moaned) ‘Mmm.. slightly sweet.. and the next one?’

One by one, she swallowed the nutrients from the healthy young men, and wriggled herself lower to the edge of the bed.

(Amelia asked) ‘Does anyone wants.. seconds?’

A hand then tilted her head sideway, followed by a dick that reeked of cum and rubber. The other two guys jeered and jumped straight to her sides, leveraging her ‘free hands’ for handjobs. Very gently and slowly, that meat pipe slid in and out of her mouth, while her hands were skilfully guided up and down, until everyone was filled with vigour once again.

That dick in her mouth went first, in missionary. With renewed stamina and a longer reflux time, Amelia was just in her own world as another dick in her mouth restricted sufficient air intake, bombarding her exhausted body with waves of euphoria and orgasms as they came. The boys were gentler, though still as eager.

One by one, they gave her their second loads, and politely requested for her to clean them up with her mouth.

After close to three hours of interchanging partners and a variety of mutual pleasure, the boys were finally done. Despite sounding very embarrassing, they actually brought her into the bathroom to wash every nooks and cranny of hers, right up into her pussy (with just clean fingers and water). For that one time, Amelia couldn’t resist asking them if they want to stick a finger inside her ass, with that experience being the firsts for all four of them.

As expected, more orgasms flooded the bathroom, alongside a steamy rain shower blowjob given in turns. Only this time, she unleashed her full prowess of her soul-destroying blowjobs, giving them the real taste of a woman who took men-pleasing very seriously in her mouth. Three more loads of puny cum later, the boys stumbled one at a time out of the bathroom, strangely silent in relative to the wild gangbang that just happened.

Following their arrangement, the men got dressed, tidied up the bed, and left the room after giving her a hug each. They had all agreed to let her have the room – until 8am the next day.

The next morning, at 8am sharp, the boys had returned, with a new box, and a small piece of jewellery from Pandora for her.

And for her, she had intentionally skipped shower, and put on the pair of sexy lingerie she had wanted to surprise them with. In return for their sweet gesture of that Pandora bracelet, she had forgone the blindfold. There was no more holding back, no more instructions, except for one – leave as much cum as possible on her body and face, before showering her again, like the previous night.

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Schooled Once Again

(She asked) ‘Ooo.. you live alone? And you don’t turn your aircon off when you go out?’

‘Yessss.. and no. I turned it on on my phone before we reached. You can put the bags on the kitchen sink. I need to sort them out before keeping them. How are you going back?’

(She pouted) ‘Huh? You want me gone now?’

‘No? But your parents?’

‘I’ve already told them I’m with you! They know who you are.’

Just 40 minutes ago, I was at the end of my peaceful day trip to JB when Reina, an ex-student of mine, had jumped on me right after I passed the e-gates of CIQ. She too, had just cleared customs with her parents who nodded back in respect when I turned around in shock. For the rest of the trip, she stuck close to me, catching me up with what was going on in her life – and vice versa.

She has just turned 25 this year, and those memories from when she was 15, didn’t feel too distant as she was one of the more rebellious students I had. Still, I was relieved to know that she didn’t go through too much hardships, besides the few breakups she overshared.

(She pipped) ‘OH MY GOD! IS THIS HOW A BACHELOR LIVE?!’

The next thing I heard was a thud, and the ruffling of sheets that told me of how comfortable she was getting – on my bed. When I peeped at her, she was doing the snow-angel thing, unknowingly hiking her skirt up her waist with every stroke. Once she saw that I caught her, she pulled the sheets around herself like a burrito and took a deep whiff.

(She groaned) ‘GOSH! YOUR BLANKET SMELLS SO GOOOOOOD!’

‘Aren’t you overstepping a little?’

Shouting from the kitchen, I continued unpacking the rest of the groceries and my bag, spending another twenty minutes to stock and rearrange my kitchen shelves. By the time I was done, this exhausted lady was snoring softly under the sheets.

(I whispered) ‘hey.. are you going to sleep for a while here? I can make dinner.’

(She answered sleepily) ‘can I? can you just stay next to me?’

I sat myself comfortably next to her face and tapped away on my phone, until she stuck a hand out of the sheets onto my lap.

(She asked softly) ‘You’re not going to shower?’

‘Should I?’

(She replied cheekily) ‘Yaaa.. although I didn’t.. hehe.. ‘

Taking it as a hint that I should ‘excuse myself’, I let her be and took a long shower, intending to give her as much privacy as I could. When I was done, she was already up, with her t-shirt and skirt strewn atop the bed.

‘Is it my turn?’

‘Uh huh.. ‘

With a strong flip of the blanket, she revealed her CK-branded lingerie, and hopped onto her feet. I was about to turn around for my wardrobe to fetch her a towel when she shot a second shot at me.

(She grinned) ‘Do I not look good?’

‘You do. But you’ll still need a towel.’

(She replied a little disappointed) ‘Fair enough.’

When I turned back towards her, she was topless, and in the midst of stripping her panties off.

(She followed up) ‘Are you not tempted?’

‘Nope. I’ve seen naked bodies before.’

She walked up to me and grabbed the towel from my hand, chucking it to the ground before kneeling on it.

(She whispered) ‘And now? Still not tempted?’

The bulge in my boxers had answered before I could open my mouth, and she wasted no time in tugging them off.

(She moaned) ‘Mmm.. he smells as good.. ‘

Despite having a small belly, I could still see how she lapped the tip, then the sides, then the base, before sliding her mouth over it. My head instantly buzzed to a numb as she sucked up and down my shaft, forcing me to clench my fists tight. There wasn’t much noise, since her lips were sealed perfectly around the girth. My knees buckled a little, but far from collapsing my body.

(I blurted) ‘Why me? I’m not.. I don’t have a nice figure nor.. ‘

(She switched to her hand) ‘It’s not your body.. it’s your life.. ‘

Reina got onto her feet and led me by my dick to the bed, where she kneeled on the thick, soft sheets, face positioned at my hips-level. With one hand, she tucked my dick back into her mouth and stuck her other hand between her legs, arm vibrating as she slurped hungrier at my manhood. Barely a minute later, I couldn’t let this girl do anymore work and pulled myself away.

(She asked) ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing.’

I nudged her body back and held both her calves into the air, fully exposing the perfectly-shaved pussy to my eyes. I went on my knees next and buried my face in her groin, both hands still holding up her feet as I feasted. That weak scent of body soap, mixed with a slight tinge of saltiness, embodied in a viscous syrup that was faintly-white, I couldn’t let a drop of her go to waste. Every crevice, every gap, every fold, I ran through them. That pearl of the oyster was the one spot I kissed, and sucked the most. It was one thing to hear her moan helplessly in my devour, and another, to sense the waves of juices ejecting from her pinkish opening.

(She groaned) ‘Mister.. goh.. I can’t.. ‘

‘You can’t?’

(She purred) ‘I can’t take it anymore.. I want you inside me.. ‘

(I asked) ‘Condom?’

‘I’m safe.. ‘

I kept her legs pinned on her sides, and carefully aimed my dick at her opening. Gently, I prodded deeper and deeper in, until I was fully enveloped in an unbelievable shroud of heat. Her thighs started convulsing almost immediately, and grew more intense as I dragged my cock outward.

(She wailed) ‘shiiiit.. I’m coming I’m comingggggg.. ‘

She fell silent as my dick fell into a ‘chokehold’, throbbing even harder as she squeezed me hard. I fought against that pressure and thrust once, only to see her face change into a state of panic.

(She pleaded) ‘wait wait wait.. ‘

To that, I simply grinned at her and continued my hip thrusts, splitting her walls open again – and again. Her initial fears soon gave way to a paralysing sort of shock, arms locked in a forward ‘push’ stance, and thighs unable to shut themselves from the cramps that were visibly obvious. I maintained a steady pace as I overwhelmed her senses, as depicted in her eyes that have rolled back.

I kept pushing on until her voice went silent, and abruptly yanked my dick out – to see a spray of clear liquid shooting into the air. She laid where I left her, and trembled lesser until she became a lifeless body.

Pleased with how I had ‘schooled’ this ex-student again, I tucked her back into bed and went on to clean up the ‘spill’. As for the rest of the day, she was glued to me as soon as she woke up, asking to be ‘schooled’ despite getting the same (overpowering) results every time. And according to her, I was the ‘biggest’ she ever had, and possessed an ‘angle’ she could only dream of.

As for her ‘tuition fees’, she just had to fulfil my CIM fantasy whenever we were done for the day(s).

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Little Big Girls

‘Emily? Wake up. Are you alright?’

(Abby slurring) ‘uncle.. she’ll be fine. we just had too much to drink.. ‘

‘Are you sure? She’s not dead right?’

‘Haha! No. She won’t die so easily.. ‘

Kneeling on the second row of seats to check in on my daughter (in the last row) who just turned eighteen, I was their so-called ‘designated driver’, though I was only required to pick the both of them up. I was about to let them catch some sleep at where they were seated (or lying) when out of nowhere, Abby climbed drunkenly into my lap.

Inappropriate as it may be, I did not just ‘throw her off’ but tried to lift her away respectfully, aware that she was simply misbehaving under influence. After a few attempts to move her, she grew impatient and straight up pulled her spaghetti-top off, unsettling me with her defiance, to flash a pair of braless, glorious tits, in a brightly-lit car.

With a flick of her wrist, she put the lights out and smushed her lips, unromantically against mine. My flailing, panicking hands were next to be subdued, once she had tucked them under her thighs. In a few, swift motion, she managed to undo my pants, and pulled them low enough to expose my semi-rigid cock. Our mouths, they continued to be occupied with each other until I wriggled my hands free, to massage her petite, minor-B cups.

Amidst the groans and muffled moans, I was soon writhing in her little hands as they stroked and milked me, with little care for Emily’s presence. In two, intense minutes, Abby had sunken into the tiny space between the front-passenger seat and my feet, mouth salivating at the cock she was holding endearingly. As soon as she put me between those soft, pink lips, I envisioned a plunge into a bottomless abyss, one that ‘drown’ by pleasure, and its breathlessness that ensued. I could not fight the quiver that was resonating through my body, nor suppress the sighs of gratification escaping my lips, or divert my undeserving gaze away from her.

It is, one thing to indulge in a good blowjob, but to be the ‘indulgement’ for an unreserved lady, it could completely rewrite a man’s definition of ‘ownership’. Before I knew it, I was hard, and delusional enough to let her climb onto my cock without showing any signs of reluctance. It was especially hot to see how amenable she was, to raise that grey, skater skirt for her friend’s father.

After all that, I barely had any strength to hold any parts of me up, save for the one she stuffed inside her pussy. Holding onto my shoulders, her hips immediately went into overdrive, bouncing and piling into my lap, jamming that hot piece of rod deeply into her cunt. With her legs spread around me, she was as wide as I felt at ‘home’ in her, while the occasional contractions kept my grasps on her waist tight, and my toes curled.

We were a good, few minutes into it when she abruptly succumbed to exhaustion, which was kind of ‘expected’ given how wild she started. So, it was my turn to put her on her knees, flatten the seat, bend her over, and went at her in doggy-style. It took us no time to get right back into the mood, banging and wailing for our lives until Emily jolted awake. For the split second we froze with our genitals intact, Emily swopped in for her friend’s lips, and breasts, and revitalised our guilty tryst.

(Abby moaned) ‘Em.. EM! wait.. I.. I sucked your dad with these.. ‘

‘So?’

Without fear, she kissed Abby’s daddy-stained lips and the passion-level in the car shot through the roof. Slowly, Emily let herself slide lower into her seat, until she was approximately ‘right under’ her friend. Fucked from behind, kissed from under, and jiggled in the middle, Emily finally revealed her intent when Abby moaned significantly louder, to the fingers we could feel rubbing her clit.

Emily, had put her middle and fourth fingers around her friend’s pussy, to give my shaft a ‘massage’ as I went ‘in and out’, while her thumb on that same hand, was arched inwards to produce the knuckle rubbing Abby’s clit. My daughter, was literally stroking me, as she rubbed her friend crazy.

For the next few, indescribable minutes after she pulled that stunt, Abby just went berserk with orgasms while my stokes became increasingly-erratic, as an expression for that ever-tightening pussy I had to plow harder and harder into. When it was time to finally end the mess, I used the milisecond-long void (of sensation) to retract hips, evacuate my swollen manhood out of Abby’s cock-wrenching vagina, and mistakenly let Emily caught hold of me.

Giving it a harmless tug, my body intuitively toppled over the girls for ‘self-preservation’, only to give Abby more ‘length’ to jerk me properly. Over the subsequent, twenty or so demoralising seconds she masturbated me between their bodies, I experienced the most controversial moment in my entire life, part aroused, part ashamed, part afraid, part egoistic, part suicidal. I had no clue about having any closure until I felt another hand, belonging to Abby, joining Emily.

The two hands then interlocked, and delivered me to my inevitable doom. When we came unstacked, the girls were covered in a sticky mess, which they then proceeded to lick off each other’s belly. Faced with a new dilemma, I continued on our journey to Abby’s home, before returning to our cosy abode. After taking our showers, Emily called me into her room, and my loss of words persisted when I walked in on her, unzipping her hoodie to reveal the nothingness we had to hide from each other.

From that night onwards, we maintained our distance and watched ourselves on the occasions that we couldn’t. We never allowed ourselves to get too close, or speak too freely, or behaved any bit suspicious, until we could be alone for at least an hour. And even then, we stood by one, single rule – no penetration, of any manner, is allowed. For everything else, Abby would be there, to fill the gap between their legs.

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Surprised, Me

(I asked loudly) ‘IS THIS FOR YOUR SKIN?’

Against the blaring loud music playing in the club, I had to make sure that Maeve could hear my concerns, especially when she raised her glass of vodka to wash down the pill. Once her throat was cleared, she hopped off the bar stool and tiptoed to bring her lips closer to my ears.

(Maeve whispered) ‘it’s a surprise.. for you.. ‘

Intrigued, and somewhat taken aback by her reply, I could only ‘sit back and enjoy’ the execution of her ‘surprise’ as she strutted off, in a straight and absolute path towards the dance floor like she had already found someone to ‘prey’ on. I was still scanning the crowd for any familiar faces when she wedged herself between a dirty-dancing couple, and a slim, short-haired guy that vibed ‘recruit’.

As far as I, and very likely Maeve, could tell, there wasn’t anyone who appeared ‘romantically’ or ’emotionally’ involved in him, thus explaining her brazen move to pull him in for a kiss that no one was prepared for. Maintaining her firm, passionate kissing, she began caressing him with her other hand, running it over his chest, down his abs, and stopped right over his groin.

It was at this point one of his buddies, I supposed, whispered something to him that sent him glancing in my direction. Unwilling to spoil their mood, I raised a thumb-up gesture at him and he swiftly turned his attention to her. In no time, the two of them were ‘dancing’ in a conspicuous manner, hips moving in awkward, unnatural angles which was obviously lust-driven.

At one point, she broke lip-contact with him and mumbled something into his ear, leading him to gather his other, similarly-short-haired friends, towards them. After a few more seconds of inaudible ‘discussion’, the three of them dispersed for their respective tables, to collect their belongings and me, for more activities outside the club.

Over the next twenty minutes, the four of us took a cab to a budget hotel, checked into two rooms, but convened in one. During the brief moment Maeve was in a room with me, we just made out uncontrollably, until the two guys showed up. With time ticking down on the ‘transit’ clock, she led them to the bed and gave them literal free-reign, to which they gracefully honoured by stripping her down respectfully.

Once the trio were in their bathing suits, Maeve took the lead and began going down on one of them, while instructing the other to ‘get her ready’ without sticking his fingers in her pussy. As oppressed as they were, I was mostly impressed at how they treated my princess, like a princess that had some sort of hold over them. One by one, Maeve put their reputation of being NSFs to the test by sucking the lives out of their cocks, while I had to occasionally turn down their invite to ‘join them’.

When she was finally exhausted from vacuuming their unrelenting manhood, it was their turn to in her own words, ‘do some work’. The first guy laid her in the missionary position and promptly filled her pussy up with cock, and returned her favour by unlocking his ‘beast’ mode. Starting his ‘shift’ with strong, powerful thrusts, Maeve was very quickly overpowered by his sheer will, moaning and squirming out-of-control while she fumbled for the other guy.

Using the other guy’s cock as a gag, the three of them were finally in a proper ‘threesome’, though there was much to say about how long the guys would last with their unmanaged stamina. Maeve, who was lying on her back, slipped her fingers over her clit and instantly drove the cock inside her, crazy. The inexperienced guy then picked up his pace, only to reach his limits after two, violent minutes.

(Maeve asked breathlessly) ‘are you cumming? you can cum inside me.. it’s safe.. ‘

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yesss.. ‘

With that, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in (and out), until he came deep into her pussy. Once he was done and out of the way, Maeve automatically went into doggy-style and asked, pleadingly, for the second guy to fuck him. In a flash, he was in, but moved in a more-controlled manner than his buddy. Thrusting his cock rhythmically into my princess, I indulged in the delightful scene while the first guy emerged from the bathroom in smiles. Sitting himself down next to me, we just watched their unraveling (of lust) in grateful silence.

With slapping noises echoing around the room, Maeve couldn’t help herself and returned her fingers to her clit, massaging them for as long as the second guy needed to show some ‘response’. In her tightened-pussy, he too, succumbed, though much later to the relief of Maeve. In those few, loud, intense minutes, she managed to climax twice before he let his seeds out into her.

When their casual, unplanned tryst ended, the boys retreated to their room while I tended to Maeve, who was dripping cum, and still hungry for mine. In my defence, she did say ‘do anything you want to me’ when I went all out at her pussy in missionary, then mouth, to feed her my cum-covered cock that would serve up my own dose of sex.

About an hour into our ‘stay’, we received a call from the front desk, about an ‘extension’ that ‘someone’ had made for us. We couldn’t help but ‘interrogated’ our guests, for a confession that they were the ones who converted our two-hour commode into an overnight package.

To thank them, Maeve asked for them to ‘visit’ as soon as they were ready and she took them for another (two) ride. Over a brief period of four hours, she extracted five rounds from them, and two measly loads from me. We spent the rest of the night in deep sleep for whatever came the next morning.

(Maeve confessed) ‘I have four more pills to finish.’

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4-way

(Winnie asked) ‘Coffee for you uncle?’

‘Oh yes please. That would be nice.’

Sitting on the study table amongst the girls who had just finished decorating the hotel room to celebrate my daughter’s sixteenth birthday, I was just touched and grateful that she had them as friends. Witty, cheerful, and forward-thinking, it was then I realised how much they had influenced her, even though it consisted parts of a ‘rebellion’. While they seemed like the type who would go wild if they ever had the chance, I was not worried at all worried about my girl’s safety, for I know their strong-willed nature would not let any harm come to the group of them.

As soon as the coffee was cold enough to be drank, I slurped up the entire cup hungrily and resumed my ‘old man talk’ with them, trying my best not to ‘disgrace’ my girl as I cleverly kept up with their random change in topics. In the next few minutes, I gradually lost coherence (in my words), along with increasingly-weaker limbs that I could no longer lift.

(Claire asked) ‘Uncle? Are you ok? You’re not speaking straight.. uncle? Uncle?!’

The three of them then rushed to my side, prodding my arms and legs to make sure I wasn’t numb in those places. Despite my fragility, I managed to conjure a smile, that reassured them of my awareness. They then brought me to the lounge chair, arranged my arms in a comfortable position – and began tugging at my pants.

All my ‘screams’ and ‘shouts’, were easily ‘ignored’ as they were no louder than the TV blaring their club music in the background, partly disabled by whatever drugs they had slipped into my coffee. At one glance, I realised that of all my ‘limp’ parts, there was one that wasn’t affected.

Janice, the fittest of them, grabbed my cock and began to fiddle with it, dragging her fingertips along my shaft repeatedly to the amazement of the rest of the girls. One by one, they took turns and used my hopeless, helpless, facial expressions to ‘see’ who did the best. Bombarded by such, fantastical hands that excelled in their own ways, I was more tired than if one of them had just finished me off.

(Janice asked) ‘Who wants to taste him next?’

(Winnie raised her hand excitedly) ‘I’ll go!’

Leaning in from my right, she put her lips over the tip of my cock before she gathered her long, wavy hair, tying them into a ponytail before diving further down my shaft. With no other means to channel my exasperation, I breathed deep to the rhythm of her strokes, unintentionally ‘growing’ my manhood while I broke out in hot sweat.

Sensing how I was turned on by her mouth, Winnie ended the blowjob just as I was at my hardest, and held the girls back as I lost some ‘motivation’ down there. Once it dwindled far enough, it was Claire’s turn to have a go, starting with a slow, sensual handjob. A few minutes of that later, she slipped her mouth over my cock and went all the way down, shocking her friends with repetitive, deep throat thrusts that sent my hips shivering uncontrollably.

All of them were in silence as Claire devoured me like a sex-starved kitten, jerking the lower-half of my erection while suckling the other half hard. In mere minutes, I was groaning beyond my control, and she knew better to stop and let me catch my breaths.

(Claire asked) ‘Janice? You wanna have a go?’

‘Umm.. I think not. There’s some liquid coming out of the tip.’

(Claire replied) ‘Tsk! That’s just.. licking droplet off pre-cum.. It’s sweet!’

(Janice interrupted) ‘Can I just.. ride him?’

(Claire and Winnie oof-ed together) ‘Woooo.. GO GO!/ YOU GO GIRL!’

Without hesitation, Janice pulled her panties down from under her high-waist, pleated skirt and climbed over my member, ready to guide my meat into her, if not for the two girls who had already caught it. Like good tag-team partners, they pointed ‘me’ in the right direction as Janice lowered herself, in whimpers and gasps as she was split around me.

Adding some spit and saliva to where she had not ‘covered’, the rest of the distance were made easier once Janice started moving, back and forth in an autonomous trance. Soon, loud, livid moans echoed around the room as her vagina tightened around me, leaking more juices as her movements went out of tempo. In less than five minutes, she came and crashed hard into my shoulders, body still trembling when they helped her off me.

Still as hard as a rock, Winnie mounted me in reverse-cowgirl and went wild like Janice. It was when she became much tighter, and wetter, did I learnt what her hands were so busy with. Adding some fingers to her clit at the same time I ‘entertained’ her pussy, she came once, then twice, then thrice before a gush of warm, viscous bodily-fluid rained over my balls.

Her orgasm, that came a few seconds after the squirting-spree, was undoubtedly more intense when she almost fell off the chair, saved by Claire who was flabbergasted, by her explusion. Once she was tucked away into the bathroom, it was Claire’s turn, to receive the full brunt of my restored vigour. Some time between Janice and Winnie, my strength was slowly returning, but it wasn’t until Claire’s turn, could I ‘test’ all of my muscles to know that I was ‘back’.

Claire, was taking up the forward-cowgirl stance when I suddenly sat upright, hugged her clothed-body close, jumped up, and laid her on the bed. Since I was already, and still, inside her, I showed no mercy when I unleashed the dragon, pummeling her with full force that knocked the wind out of her for a second.

For some reason, I couldn’t resist the urge to pull Janice’s leg to put her next to Claire, and swiftly jammed a finger into her sloppy-wet pussy. Finger-fucking her as I pounded Claire silly, it was no wonder Winnie had to ‘rush’ out of the toilet to see what was going on. I just needed to point a finger at her (Winnie), and then the bed, for her to crash right beside Claire.

Filled with either two fingers, or my dick, the girls were too eager to let me punish them, in an unharmonised melody of moans. Thankfully, I was able to swap between them for a bit before I had to explode, without knowing how they would take it.

(I groaned) ‘I’m cumming.. how do you girls.. ‘

Before I knew it, Winnie, the smallest of them, flipped onto her back and flung her legs into the air for me. No more than a few seconds later, Claire crawled on top of her in 69 and sat over her face, in an attempt to mute her while she finished me off.

For fairness’ sake, I didn’t allow Claire to just undermine her friend and shoved my cock into Winnie, jerking her whole body as I slammed my groin at her pussy. Moving faster and harder with each passing second, I had to delay my orgasm by grasping Claire’s ample bosoms, tuning her nipples like a DJ while she got eaten out.

‘CUMMING FOR REAL THIS TIME! KA.. MINGGGGHHH!’

I pulled out just in time to litter Winnie’s belly, with thick, gooey cum that sprayed as far as her tiny chest. Making use of Claire in that unique position, I brought her face to my cock and made sure I was thoroughly cleaned, before I let her go.

To end it all, I fell back into the lounge chair as Claire and Janice, the two girls I didn’t cum on, laid next to Winnie and proceeded to slurp my cum up, tickling Winnie in the process. After that unspeakable session, the four of us took a shower together and got dressed, with a time to spare before the party began.

Like a un-idiotic dad, I let the girls have the room and only returned late at night to check on them, which really were just my daughter and Claire. I had just tucked my drunk little girl properly into bed when Claire, the light-sleeper unaffected by any amount of alcohol, woke up to my presence.

Unwanting to disturb my girl, she asked me into the bathroom and we had a long talk, about what we did earlier, and how sensitive her over-developed breasts were all the time. It was there, when I decided to show her the allure, of her unconventionally-sized boobs – in doggy-style, in front of a full-length mirror.

In her minced-up, choppy words, ‘there is nothing, sexier than, to see my boobs jiggle, to a big cock sliding in, and out of my, pussy that no one else, could see, and only I, can feel.’