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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.’

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Slimming Dust

(Maeve asked) ‘J? Do you know what’s ice?’

‘Yeah. It’s a drug, also known as meth.’

(Maeve asked) ‘Do you know what are some of it’s side effects?’

‘Hmm.. high? I think it makes one more alert.. and I think it has slimming effects too.’

(Maeve asked) ‘Do you think I am slimmer than last time?’

‘You are always slim, but you are slimmer now than before. Don’t tell me you have ice and you didn’t share k! Haha.’

While I understood her uncanny chain of questions as a joke, it apparently wasn’t so once she pulled out a tiny zip lock bag, with translucent, glass-looking rocks that some of it crushed as fine as a powder. We didn’t really spoke much once she dabbed her pinky-fingertip into some of the finer particles, and snorted them up her nose.

Of course, there was the textbook rush that threw her head backwards, followed by her soft grips on both my forearms. As much as I was in disbelief of what I just witnessed, the pieces just fitted so nicely that I couldn’t deny her story.

(Maeve whispered) ‘another side effect of it, is an increased thirst for sex.. ‘

From that point on, I was no longer in control as she slid her body down to my feet, before parting them to plant her face in my groin. Despite my knowledge of the after-effects of such an addiction, I had somehow managed to restrain myself from making any dismissive action, and even get turned on by her surging ‘appetite’.

Before I knew it, I had possibly gotten half as high as her as she slurped on my cock hungrily, licking every inch of my shaft, and suckling on my balls to include some irresistible-discomfort. Once she found a rhythm, and suction that made me purr so gently, she went at it non-stop until my brain melted into the sheets we were frolicking in.

It wasn’t long before I had to call for a break, which she really couldn’t allow given what her body was going through. In a swift and careful manner, she climbed on top of me and slid her pussy easily over my erection, thereafter rocking her hips back and forth to poke her own G-spot repeatedly.

For clarification, it was known to us both that I wasn’t particularly ‘sensitive’ in this (cowgirl) position, since there was some ‘buttons’ that her movements would not hit. So on my end, while I wasn’t overly stimulated, she was free to fuck her own brains out, right on top of me.

After some time of that one-sided ride, she dismounted my cock and went straight back to eating it, this time going so fast and sloppily that she choked more than once at her incessant deep-throat attempts. In no time, I was in a daze again, from the over-stimulation she caused at my groin area.

What I didn’t notice, was while she was going down on me, she managed to find that zip lock pouch, dipped a finger into it again, and brought it close enough to my nose that I had vacuumed it all up. As soon as I was hit by that magic dust, an unstoppable erection showed up along with some kind of rage that resembled fear, jealousy, and the strong urge to ‘punish’.

Within seconds, I had flipped her onto her chest, raised her ass up into the air, and pierced my engorged manhood into her sopping wet pussy. Given what she had done to me, it was too easy to forgo any worry or concern of ‘hurting her’, and let my hips mercilessly slam into her perky ass.

Thrust after thrust, we groaned simultaneously, and almost in sync as our body perspired uncontrollably, turning our emotions into pure piston-like motion that I just couldn’t get enough of. Fueled by the drug, and satiated by the comfort of her wet, fleshy, warm, meat pocket, it was, an interesting rush of guilt and revenge.

What I didn’t expect, was how little we spoke, even if we tried to, due to our constant need to catch our breaths. We were just essentially fucking each other silly as we took turns to ‘move’ when the other got tired. In our defense, we did change to missionary before we didn’t want to ‘disconnect’ another time, and let sometime magical, and unexpected happen.

Halfway through another mindless series of thrusts, she noticed an abundance of ‘white stuff’ exiting her vagina. Upon closer inspection, we realised that I had came, without any knowledge of it, but was still maintaining a very rigid erection. So, like how any man would cope with a hard on, I stuck it back into her and kept going, as wildly as we have been.

When the ‘medication’ finally wore off, I had regained some sensation in my loin and was able to feel my next orgasm. It was kind of logical, for us to slow down once our adrenaline died down, but I still had some to spur me on.

Just as I neared my second climax, I pulled out of her and brought my twitching cock to her mouth, which she was too exhausted to open. Thus with her permission, I slipped it into her mouth and helped myself to her tired tongue, jerking and jutting my hips until the second, big load sprayed into her face.

With that, I expended my last bit of energy and her throat movements signalled the iconic ‘swallow’ she had not had in a long while.

As for the rest of the night, we just slept soundly like a baby until a loud sniff woke me up, to her second ‘dose’ in eight hours. To that, I just laid motionless like a dead fish while she kept herself busy with my dick, a dildo, and her fingers to multiple orgasms. When everything finally died down, she had to confess, that whenever she took meth, and got incredibly horny, she would find men – to cope with that need.

Those very words, stirred me up enough to trigger another hard on, for a much-less intense session where we made ‘true love’, motivated by the jealousy she wished I was more affected by.

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In Plain Sight

(Text message) ‘We’re entering the hall now.’

Walking closely behind them, I couldn’t help but gloat when I saw how he tried to peek into Maeve’s low-cut, loose-fitting blouse that barely covered her voluptuous cups. As jealous as I was aroused when she was so ‘outgoing’ with him, nothing much really happened between the time they bought their move tickets, till the time they found their seats in the theatre.

Sitting just two rows behind them, I had my eyes on Maeve who was snuggling and cozying up to him, before fidgeting in an unmistakable manner. Illuminated by what little light was bouncing off screen, I was more engrossed in how often she was planting kisses on his cheeks, and twitching erratically. When her knees finally came into view, I knew that he had placed his hand, between someplace I had been in.

Slowly, her head began to slid off his shoulder, and disappeared for a brief moment. While it was difficult to make anything out in that kind of dimness, I had his slanting head movements to ‘tell me how well she did’. After some time, one side of her blouse came off her shoulder and I had a vivid imagination to fill in his part of the ‘action’, presumably taking place in front of one or both of her breasts.

Once they had ‘enough’, nothing much happened for the rest of the show, and the end of it marked the beginning of another mystery. Following them at a distance (out of the theatre), I was in constant delight at how he couldn’t keep his hands off her, and Maeve was more than happy to let him have his way.

I couldn’t help but be extremely thrilled, and aroused when Maeve led him into a stairwell, as if something was about to happen. Since I was meant to be ‘invisible’, I had to move slower than I wanted, through the heavy, creaky door and down the steps where I could see what he was up to.

When I finally ‘caught up’ with them (from above), Maeve’s position against a wall, with his back turned to me, allowed us to exchange an assuring gaze, that sort of set her off for something bigger. Within seconds, he was groaning as she was trembling, to each others’ hands that I couldn’t see from my vantage point. I knew she had finally ‘let go’ when she began fumbling with his belt, stripping his bottoms so quickly off that I got momentarily worried for them.

In a blink of an eye, Maeve was already on her knees, head bobbing back and forth at the groin of a man, whom could barely maintain his balance. I was increasingly getting worked up from her dominance when he suddenly jumped away from her, before a few loud splatter echoed throughout the enclosed stairwell. Following that unexpected ‘interruption’, I could hear him apologising continuously while he tried to gather his pants.

Just when I thought the whole ‘deal’ was over, Maeve actually coddled with him, and comforted him like how she would calm a lost, little boy down.

After a few minutes, she was back at her game, pumping and jerking at his groin as he remained shamefully silent. It wasn’t after more time had passed when he got into the mood again, this time keeping his hand busy at her pussy. Soon, it was her turn to remove her tights and I was just relieved to see how that blouse was long enough to cover her vital part, if someone ever walked in on them.

It was only a matter of time, that he would want something out of the ‘effort’ he put in, through those fingers he kept removing to see how ‘wet’ she was. It was about then when Maeve set him off with a whisper in his ears, that sent him rummaging through his crumpled jeans – for a condom. Putting it on in record time, I could tell how amused Maeve was when he stood awkwardly-still in front of her, before she even moved an inch.

(Softly asking) ‘how do you want me?’

(Replying softly) ‘you choose?’

To that, Maeve simply opened her legs and he went seamlessly onto his knees, one step below where she laid. In mere seconds, he slipped his rubberised cock into her and she ‘helped me’ by looping her hands around his neck, to keep his eyes on her while she stared mesmerised at me. Since he was more than happy to do all the work, Maeve only had to moan, however genuinely, ‘at me’ for him to hear.

Some time into the ‘effortless’, stairway romp, Maeve decided to ‘give’ a little back by rubbing herself, to expectedly turn him on even more with a tighter pussy.

(Muffled cry) ‘i’m cumming.. inside you!’

As far as I know, he was going to cum in a condom, and none of us was worried about where else he could cum. Within a minute, his hips buckled and the following few thrusts devoided him of any guilt, or shame for that matter. Once he was done, he pulled carelessly out of her and relieved himself of that cum-catcher, clearly uninterested in any after-sex affection.

From that moment on, I was just listening to his one-sided, evasive speech, mainly to excuse himself from a casual cum-dump. After the dick-and-dasher left, Maeve came up to me and bent right over, the handrails for me to doggy her raw.

How else, could I reward my brave little girl besides filling her pussy full of my cum, and then be treated to a front-row seat to watch her clean me up with her loving mouth. As the last few shops in the mall locked their doors, we found ourselves exploring one of the ‘family rooms’ we had never stepped foot in.

What else would you expect, from two, sexed-up adults in a baby room, if they didn’t attempt to make a baby in there? In my defense, I think it was hot of her to suggest a quickie at the one-way, emergency exit, which was our only way out of the building. That tiny, glass window I banged her against, just made things a whole lot more exhilarating.

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Guilt Undone

‘Hey umm.. can you come in for a while? I think I need your help.’

‘Sureee but.. are you sure?’

‘Yesss.. just come.. ‘

At her last sentence, she just grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the handicap toilet she had spent the last few minutes in, and caught me rightfully off guard with her bottom half naked. Maintaining a firm grip on my arm, she didn’t let go until she was seated on the toilet (lid down), and me standing right in front of her. I was still cluelessly waiting for some description of the ‘help’ she needed when I realised what she was after, once she started fidgeting with my pants.

Needless to say, I was very hesitant to give in to her since it was the first time we met, but she was definitely not shy about touching herself in front of me. After some back-and-forth words of reassurance, I let myself go and helped her with that finicky belt on me. Once she broke my cock out of its little cotton pouch, it was all show and no tell with her small, nimble hands. Somehow, she managed to impress me with the perfect rhythm of jerking me off, and fingering herself, that I couldn’t react fast enough when she shoved me into her little mouth.

Within seconds, I was tipping back and forth from the high she delivered through my loin, sucking and slurping as hungrily one could on an inedible man-part. I too, wasn’t just going to let her do all the work and went to her side, sliding one hand over her pussy while she ate me out. For me, it was all about clit-play and she was more than happy with (just) that, rewarding my efforts with deep throats I wouldn’t impose on any partners.

After she was wet beyond satisfaction, and I was hard beyond comprehension, she got up and brought us both to the sink, where my fat, wide body seemed too mature for her disproportionate age-to-body ratio. It didn’t take her much to convince me to proceed, with sliding my engorged manhood into her slippery cunt – without protection.

While the ‘entry’ was a little worrying, the ‘docking’ wasn’t. In little time, I had split her vagina wide enough to accommodate me, and then deep enough to knock the wind out of her. Holding onto that unbelievably-thin waist of hers, she felt like a ragdoll, with a sexual appetite that I didn’t know if I could please. Wordless, I just humped her as hard, and as fast as I could, often losing control of my overrated stamina. Every once in a while, I had to pause, for that achey, over-stimulated cock to settle down before I could go again.

As for her, she had a fingers to keep her mood up, uncaring if she had gotten too tight for me to handle. Soon, I found a sweet spot and a manageable tempo, to expend the last of my energy into. Keeping a loose, but swift rhythm, she no longer needed the assistance of her fingers. For a brief moment, we became one being, hips moving in sync to the most terrifying buildup ever.

‘I’m gonna cum.. ‘

There was no way I could say that without slowing down, and for a good reason too. I came to a complete stop before she pulled me slowly out of her, and led me back to the toilet where everything began. This time however, it was me who was seated on the ‘throne’, and be further surprised by her boldness to ride an unexploded cock.

‘I will stand up in time, trust me.’

Uttering those very (last) words as she lowered herself over my cock again, I was somehow convinced by her confidence in executing that one, single move. There was nothing more I could do except to brace myself, and cope with the danger of impregnating her, while repeating the warning cry under my breath.

‘OK! NOW NOW NOW!’

And lo and behold, not only did she keep sliding that soft, wet hole down my pipe, she even ‘squeezed’ a little on her way up and down. Unprepared to ‘push her away’, my dick did the one thing it has always wanted to – cum huge loads into a pussy.

Unable to ‘take back my cum’, I vividly remembered how I felt so defeated, that I could no longer care about the overflowing cum that dripped loudly onto the floor. When I finally saw her moving again, it was so she could use my fluids, to lubricate her fingertips as she rubbed herself off once more.

By the time she dismounted my member, I was wholly consumed by guilt, more than any consequences that could stem from a creampie. Sensing my unnerving silence, she caught my face between her palms and gave me a kiss, and revealed her secret that replaced my disappointment with fear.

‘I haven’t gotten my period yet. So don’t worry ya?’

It was then, I knew I had other things to worry about.

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Shoot Shack

(Incoming text) ‘Hey?’

‘Yes.’

Barely a minute into sending that ‘yes’, a loud slam was heard through his front door and it took a few more seconds before Ryan’s door swung carelessly open, for a stern-looking, clearly-agitated female. Not a word was exchanged when she pushed him onto the shoe rack, thereafter ‘ripping’ his belt and trousers open for his unprepared dong.

While he was still in a daze at her unaffectionate advances, she just tapped and nudged and flopped his cock about until it gained some ‘backbone’. Once he was somewhat interested, she turned her back towards him and rolled up that tight, black, hips-conforming skirt to lower that unassuming, lacy panties of hers. Within seconds, he was tucked inside her and thus began the one-way, backward-style, standing cowgirl ride.

Half groaning and half struggling to hang onto the edge of the cabinet for support, she was mercilessly slamming her pussy along his shaft while rubbing her clit furiously. What Ryan didn’t expect to hear was her first use of ‘fuck’, ‘damn it’, along with angry hissing noises.

Despite the little ‘work’ he had to put in, his mind was unable to process such spontaneity, coming from a working-class woman as attractive as her. With that high ponytail, body-hugging white blouse, seductive plain black stockings, and a scrounge-up skirt at her tiny waist, his body was mostly in a state of disbelief. Still, he managed to get to maximum stiffness for both of their enjoyment, and it was then her turn to heave a sigh of satisfying relieve.

(She asked impatiently) ‘Hey?’

(Ryan moaned) ‘Soon.. nghhh soon!’

By then, she had slacked of from fucking him, and appeared indifferent to his increasingly-strong strokes pounding at her puffy pussy lips. For some reason, a sense of ‘rage’ overwritten Ryan’s, otherwise-helpful, character and he just went at her harder, thrusting deeper and deeper to get his revenge. It couldn’t be helped that she too, was getting into the mood again and became even wetter, from being fucked by her ‘helpful’ neighbour.

(He groaned) ‘KAMMM.. MINGGG.. NGHHH!’

As he ran out of breath, his hips simultaneously buckled fiercely for the delightful, morning-load that streamed uncontrollably into her pulsating pussy, that triggered another orgasm for the ungrateful lady. When his eruption finally came to an end, the pair of adulterous neighbour just casually cleaned themselves up, and straightened their clothes for a stealthy exit from his unit.

Once they got into the lift ‘safely’, the two of them became strangers again, going their separate ways to work.