I'm Mel's Dad, 28 After Party

Twenty-Eight

'After Party'

The yard is mostly empty now. Nearly everyone has left.

Parents took their kids home for the stuff parents need to do with kids in the evening.

People with obligations in the morning left... sleep, ya know.

Others left due to simple exhaustion.

And then, there were the flying biters that come out at sunset.

The Food Services professor is over at the table packing food - apparently he'd searched out the TupperWare, plastic wrap and aluminum foil while we were... otherwise occupied.

He has already wrapped up the meat and veggies from the grill.

He looks content, working in his element.

Chet and Riley are lounging in the loungers, relaxed, wasted, as they drink the last of the beer.

They look at us as we come out the door.

"Hey, bro, where ya been?"

"Yeah, ya missed a hella party, man."

I smile and nod, and remember their performance in our office.

I smile at the image of your mother battered, bridged between these powerful boys, her dangling limbs and arms flopping under their intense indifference to her.

She loved it.

Even though she was experiencing no serious pain, it WAS enforced surrender.

She loved it.

Juli and Jodi, the gymnastic cheerleaders lean against the trunk of the tree, their cheeks and chins sloppy with smeared sauce as they eat BBQ with their fingers. They are grinning and laughing at their quiet jokes, no doubt inside jokes, while they observe and make comments as the party straggles out.

They casually wipe their sloppy hands on each other's naked thighs.

I can see that they have also painted the skin exposed between their tops and shorts.

Twins share much, I suppose.

Several people are gathered at the gate, making good-byes, I amble over to assist in their departure.

"Excuse me. Excuse me," I hear a familiar voice.

Betty is working her way upstream through the departures.

"Hey, we weren't invited?" she chides me with a laugh.

"You know, any time you show up is a good time."

"Yep."

She passes me and moves towards you.

Jim, Gail, and Peter follow her through the gate.

Gail peels off from the quartet and comes to me.

She looks so fine in her blue plaid shirt rolled up and tied tightly under her tits.

The way she has it done-up molds to her breasts and displays their size and heft, deliberately filling that shirt.

She throws her arms around me. Arms made dense and powerful by years of labor.

She squeezes, flattening her large breasts against my ribs.

She looks up laughing, her bangs draping to the sides of her broad forehead.

Her blonde hair hangs loose half-way down her back.

She shakes it and her smile opens her face like a blooming primrose.

My cock springs to stiffen quickly, surprised by her enthusiasm.

"Betty tells me you like strong women."

"She knows."

"And Mel says you know how to use this." Her left hand moves smoothly to my crotch and grips my cock through my pants.

"She knows." I smile down at this agressive wench.

"I like that."

She slides my zipper open.

"And I like that."

She reaches in to grip my shaft.

I arch my back, pulling her shoulders with me and lifting my cock firmly into her hand.

She takes a short hop up and, wrapping her legs around my thighs, lifts herself to kiss my chin through my beard.

I wobble unsteadily with my legs pinned together.

She laughs and squirms her fly against my cock.

I lose my balance and fall on my ass, dragging her on top of me.

"Get it, Girl," hollers Peter.

He comes over to stand above us, straddling feet planted on either side of our hips.

Gail grinds down on my stiffening cock and I lift to assist.

Suddenly, Gail is floating above me, looking down startled and laughing.

Peter lifts her with one hand gripping the scruff of her neck and the other dug into the waistband of her short cut-offs - cut off to the crotch seam.

"Yaaaa... You jerk," she laughs, twisting in his arms.

"You can' be doin' that out here in the yard. Waddya..."

"Remember last time in this yard?" Her laughter sparkles and sets him off.

They fall together in a heap beside me, laughing at themselves for jokes shared between them for decades.

I reach over to slip my hand into the waistband of her shorts at the fly.

She wriggles against me which grinds her cunt against his hip.

He rolls onto his side and presses his cock against the tight denim bridging the groove between her cheeks.

She gyrates her hips, working both our cocks as she is sandwiched between us.

The feel of her stone hard ass against my rock hard dick is exquisite as she grinds.

I squeeze my hand between us

I open enough space between us to maneuver my stiffness to lie between her thighs.

I rub the entire length of my shaft along her valley to find he is doing the same.

We find ourselves scrubbing our cocks along each other as well as through her tight valley.

She slips a hand in to guide my head to the ring of her ass. Her waggle invites my entry.

As I enter her, against slight resistence, I feel him entering her from the front.

Pinned between us, Gail surrenders eagerly to our double pounding.

Peter and I are not coordinated at all, sometimes our cocks move in the same direction and rhythm - sometimes in opposition.

Gail seems thrilled and delighted no matter what.

Her moans of pleasure are punctuated by the combined force of our thrustings.

My right arm is pinned under the two of them.

I reach my left over and around and pull them both tight to me.

Peter reciprocates and between us we meld into one compressed unit.

I roll onto my back, pulling them onto me.

Pinning me to the grass.

Their combined weight pretty much leaves me unable to do much - a little wriggle.

I pump my crotch muscles, pumping my cock inside the pillowy hot softness of her ass.

Peter feels my twitching in the sheath he's plumbing and reacts.

Partners in a dance.

He is free to move, being on top.

He grips her shoulders and pulls her up and RAMS into her hard.

Her pelvis clatters against mine - it hurts a bit and causes me to flinch up into her.

Quite a delightful train of events.

So he repeats it.

Several times.

Gail's breasts have flopped out of her tied shirt and hang beautifully, beckoning.

I reach up and dig into her softness.

Peter's jacking keeps her body moving, jerking her tits against my clutching claws.

A lot.

She eagerly relaxes to the action.

She reaches one hand back to pull Peter's face down to the back of her head.

With her other hand she bridges my throat and presses me to the ground.

This chick is strong.

Very strong.

The light-headedness of oxygen deprivation, coupled with the body's involuntary response to being strangled, triggers a state of extremely calm relaxation.

I pull her down to a mouth-to-mouth kiss, which drags Peter down on top of her.

He is pumping hard, getting close to blowing.

The friction of him through her membrane drives my release.

She immediately arches back, releasing me to gasp and cough.

She comes back to kiss.

I feel the pulsing of his rod and her second orgasm rides his to greater heights.

We are a sweating, panting pile on the grass of our back yard.

Gail is compressed onto me by Peter's full weight. He's deep in the greyness of exhaustion after exertion fulfilled by ejaculation.

A common male experience I share.

I turn my head, our lawn tickling my ear, to look around to see what's been happening while I've been... distracted.

Chet sits on the table, his knees spread wide, his feet on the bench, his ankles held together by his unbuttoned chinos.

Saisha kneels naked on the bench between his muscular thighs, her black head bobbing and swirling, her brown ass projecting past his shins.

Her hands are crawling over his abs under his tee.

Riley stands behind her, watching as he unbuttons his polo, which he opens, sluffs, and tosses to the grass.

He leans over Saisha and grips her knees, lifting them and setting her feet on the bench beside Chet's.

This spreads her cheeks wide and his huge, nine-inch cock, lifts stiffly out of one leg of the cutoffs, unconstrained.

He flexes his powerful legs, squatting down behind her and aims his shaft at her pussy without the need to use his hands.

He rises and as he enters her sweet cavern, he lifts her, impaled.

She assists.

Her back arches as her hips rise to be well above her head.

The small brown woman is nearly vertical, upside down, speared on Chet's cock.

She braces her hands on the edge of the table for balance, but soon is assting the lift-and-drop action as the three work together to bounce her between the hook in her cunt and the shaft in her throat.

This, delightful as it is, soon becomes untenable.

Riley grabs her by her shoulders and lifts her off his teammate.

Resting her head in Chet's lap, Riley lifts her shins, folding her legs tightly against her abs and spins her so she is face up.

Still impaled on his cock.

Pivoting a full one eighty around his shaft.

She wraps her legs around his waist and he moves forward, pressing her back against Chet's chest.

Chet grips her hips and guides her ass to kiss his cockhead.

She moans, open-throated, as the trio set her down, pierced front and rear with thick hard maleness.

She is a coffee-colored streak between their tanned, muscled bodies.

A beautiful sandwich.

Chet falls back onto table, pulling them both on top of himself.

Riley kneels on the bench, knees wide, bracing both of their legs.

He pounds into her hard, deep, fast.

Faster.

The table is bouncing beneath them.

Jim steps up beside Saisha's head and toys with the stone-nipples erect on her small mounds.

Chet joins his playing and Riley folds over to suck.

Four hands compress her small brown tits, making them pillars for Riley to worship.

His tongue laps at her pebbles, then, grabbing the other men's wrists, tears them away and fills his mouth with her mound.

Riley steadies himself with one hand on the table, the other slaps her free tit a couple times then presses his full weight onto her - her tit disappears entirely, mashed into her ribs by his huge hand.

She reaches over her head and unzips Jim, who slides his jeans down to his knees.

She circles his hips with one hand and with the other bends his sky-pointing cock down to her mouth.

She lines him up; He rams into her to the hilt.

It is physically impossible for these three giant cocks to be housed in her tiny brown body, but there it is.

Magic.

Chet is pinned to the table, unable to move, his legs trapped between Riley's and Saisha's, their weight full on him.

His cock, sheathed in her ass, is being stroked by Riley's pounding, roughly caressed through her thin separation by each thrust.

Jim's balls bounce off Chet's forehead each time his teammate jams down Saisha's throat.

He reaches back, grabs Jim's ass with both hands and sucks one of the wildly swinging balls into his mouth.

This stops Jim cold, his thick cock deep in the small woman's throat.

She swivels her head, but seems to be working to excite rather than eject our neighbors's thick dick.

Chet switches balls, which allows Jim to pull half out of Saisha, allowing her a gasping deep breath before Jim sinks into her again.

Riley grabs Jim's head and pulls him into a kiss, their thrusting paused.

Saisha, pressed between two men, wriggles exacting what movement she can on their shafts.

Chet pushes Jim's hips, freeing his cock from the Indian's mouth.

Chet grabs it and sets it's head between his lips and, clutching Jim's ass smashes the heavy shaft into his own throat.

Jim thrusts several times fucking Chet's eager throat, then pulls out and returns to fill Saisha's panting mouth.

He takes command and switches his thrusts between the two.

Saisha's tiny hands clutch Jim's waist and her legs lift to wrap around Chet's thighs.

She holds them both tight and shudders through a long, convulsive climax, compressed between them.

This triggers both of the two men impaling her and they shoot deep into her. Riley arches back and breaks the lip-lock with Jim, then goes rigid.

He goes limp, collapsing onto the pile on the table.

Saisha pushes Jim away, his cock dribbling saliva onto Chet's face.

Her shallow panting is a beautiful song.

Jim reaches down to wrap his fingers around his dick. Not ready to come, not ready to deflate, he stands stroking and looking around, slowly returning to our backyard from wherever he had been transported.

He looks at Peter, Gail and me, watching him from the grass.

We've been petting and stroking each other, excitement growing as we watched the extremely hot action on the table.

Peter and I are both hard, which Gail has encouraged with slow, soft hands.

I have three fingers in her cunt, Peter toys with her tits.

We are all nearly breathless at the spectacle.

The professor and Charles are sitting on the lounges, voyeurs.

The twins sit under the tree on a blanket and snuggle.

I look around and do not see you.

Or Betty.

I'm about to get up when you walk out of the house.