Dude, You Slept With My Mom?! Ch.32

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 26 - 56/104 = 53.85%)

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~~~ Week 26 - Tuesday ~~~

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We woke up early and ran by the nursery to grab a few items that would not have done well - sitting at the job-site in the heat. We hurried off to the Jackman property, got things set up, and then April snapped photos while the rest of us got started.

"How was last night?" Alissa asked.

"Are you sure you want to hear about it - or do you have somebody to help take care of things if you get horny?"

"None of your business...," she said.

I waited for her to decide. A couple minutes later, she finally answered.

"Just give me the overview," she said. "I do kind of miss..."

"Looking at my dick?"

"Please!" she said, laughing. "I've seen it quite enough, thank you."

I almost made a rude comment about how many penises she'd had to compare it to and then I remembered how she and I had first met.

Since I was being unusually quiet, she looked over at me - hesitant and curious.

"You okay?" she asked.

"I... I was gonna fire back at you and... I love you, you know that, right?"

"Jeez! Why are you going all mushy on me all of the sudden - you fucking pussy!"

"I care about you, alright, you stinky twat!"

"Smegma dick..."

"Cottage cheese cunt..."

"Ew! That's nasty," she said, laughing.

I laughed as well.

We worked a little longer before I spoke. I started detailing what had happened - without making it sound too much like porn.

"The email was answered by... uh... I'm guessing mid-twenties stepdaughter. Her father passed just before Emily and I graduated. The mom I was supposed to fuck..."

"Supposed to?"

"The mom I fucked had become reclusive. The stepdaughter wanted me to try to get her to open up."

"I guess it worked?" Alissa asked

"I picked her up and carried her to the shower."

"How reclusive was she...?"

"She'd just been hiding a couple days while the stepdaughter was out of town. I thought it would be a low-stress way to get her naked."

"It worked?"

"Yeah."

"Let me guess... You managed to fuck them both...?"

"... and get the stepdaughter to suck her mother's pussy," I said, nodding.

"What is it with your contagious libido?" she asked.

"No clue. The mom was holding her hand and giving her cute kisses when I left them."

"Kinky. That's... what... 56?"

"Yeah."

"Still a long ways to go."

"I know... This was a stupid fucking idea."

"It's cute that you admit that - and twisted that you keep pushing forward..."

Emily came walking over.

"What's up, tyrant?" I asked her.

She swatted me on the ass.

"Maggie says that the editor of the city's business journal called. They want to do a story on us."

"Uh...?"

"With photos, I assume?" Alissa asked, sitting back on her heels.

"Yeah...," Emily said. "Maggie doesn't want to turn down the publicity but..."

"Sam's gonna be busted as soon as his mug shows up in this rag...," Alissa finished for her.

"Right."

We all looked at each other. April came over to join the discussion.

"I could do image manipulation...," our little photographer offered.

"The problem is," Emily said, "every client, that we've already had, is going to be tempted to say something about Sam's face - whether we give him a face-mask for the photo-shoot or go back and digitally doctor the images."

We all just kind of sat and stared at each other.

"Maggie and the Coffee Club are discussing options as well," she noted. "I just wanted to mention it. If we get any strange media folks dropping by, you may want to make yourself scarce, Sam."

"Yeah, okay," I said. "Got it."

"Should we have him wear the glasses - but not turn them on?" Alissa asked.

"Different glasses, maybe?" April offered.

"I'll suggest that to Maggie and see if she can run and grab something," Emily said. "Otherwise, we can go after work or something."

"We expecting somebody to come by today?" I asked.

"Don't know - just - you know - wanted to be ready...," she answered.

I nodded.

Emily and April headed back for their tasks. Alissa looked at me once more and then returned to hers.

"I don't think even the hair stylist can help with this," Alissa said. "How was she? Good, apparently. Emily and April are over the moon about her."

"She's almost as hot as you," I told her, watching for her reaction.

"Sam...," she complained.

Her voice was frustrated with me - but she was smiling - and blushing a little.

I helped Alissa set a new shrub. She packed the soil around it as I went to grab the next one.

"She's amazing," I said. "I told the girls that I have no clue how she ended up single."

"Some men are never satisfied. Its all about the hunt..."

"That's what I told..."

Alissa had stopped working. I looked into her face.

"Is... Is that me?" I asked her.

"When I spoke the words - just now - I thought how they might apply...," she answered.

"But...?" I asked.

"But that's... that's not what I see you doing," she said. "You don't discard women. In fact, your problem is that you're running out of space for them all."

I thought about her words.

"Yeah..."

"You sleep with Emily and April each night - and I hear no complaints from them," she said. "You keep Lena and Maggie topped-up regularly. Maggie might wish for a little more but she's really happy that Emily took over the heavy-lifting..."

I chuckled when she looked at my crotch when she said that last bit.

"Lena will always want more," she continued, "but you've given her far more than a cock to fill her womanhood. Then there's Maria and Susan - and now the teacher..."

"Sarah Thompson."

"... and the stylist..."

"Jennifer Ward."

"You still check on me whenever you get worried about me - even though I've been clear that there won't be anything physical between us..."

"I care..."

"That," she said. "You care. It's not just conquests to you. It's not just cumming inside of a hot pussy. You weren't even ogling me when you stepped between me and that guy at the hotel..."

I set the shrub down, knelt, and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

"You're very physical," she said, "but it's not just about laying pipe to you... Kisses and hugs are just natural for you..."

"I... I don't kiss my mother that often...," I countered.

"I think some of that is you worrying that you'll accidentally cross some line - like you're worried that you can't control your libido. You're actually worried about fucking this many women. You were just saying that you're not sure this whole thing is such a good idea. I don't think very many men in this world would make that comment when they were getting access to new pussy every other night..."

"The judge..."

"Yes, there are risks. There are tons of cheaters out there risking as much or more than you do - just to get their dick wet. Did you go to the judge's house just to see what it would be like to fuck that woman in every room of their home?"

"No..."

"Listen, Fatdick," she said. "You're not as twisted up inside as you might think. I'm very curious to see what happens when you finish this list of yours. I plan to still be around to find out. I have my guess about what will happen and I refuse to spoil the experiment by telling you what that is."

I shook my head at her, blushing a little.

"Just... Just keep doing what you're doing, okay? Did you help or hurt that woman last night?"

"Help, I hope...," I said.

She shoved me over. I looked up at her from where I was lying on the ground. She was grinning from ear to ear.

"What's the matter, little bro? Did big sissy whoop yer ass?"

I shook my head at her, grinning, and got back to my knees.

"Hold this steady while I fill the dirt in, will ya?"

"Okay, big sis...," I answered her.

"I love you, Fatdick," she whispered.

"I love you too, Honeybunch. Thanks."

She shoveled dirt around the base of the small bush with her hands and then began firming it up.

"I've got this one," she said. "Go grab another."

Before I knew it, the workday came to an end. I stepped up beside Alissa and offered her my hand. She grabbed it, pulled herself up, and wrapped her arms around me. She kissed my cheek and then pressed her own cheek against that spot - trapping the warmth there.

"Keep being you, Sam," she said. "Everyone else is underqualified for the job."

"Wow, thanks Confucius," I replied, smirking.

She giggled at me and then started grabbing stuff that needed to go to the truck. I started collecting things that went as well. April came over, hip-checked me, gave Alissa a peck on the lips, and then took her end-of-day pictures.

We all arrived back at the vehicles in short order. We told Honeybunch good-bye and headed for home.

"Dinner with Maria tonight," Emily said, as we headed home.

"Think she'll let us pay this time?" I asked.

"Not if she thinks you're gonna make her pussy purr later," April said, grinning.

"As I recall, you made her little kitty just as happy as I did last time," I reminded her.

"She *does* have a nice kitty...," the blonde said, a little dreamy-eyed.

We rushed home and then hurried through a shower.

Emily checked her phone.

"We're stopping to grab Maggie," she said. "Maria will drop her off when we head over there. Don't forget to pack an overnight bag to take with..."

I grabbed my backpack, tossed clothes for the next day into it - along with my phone charger - and set it by the back door. Soon, we were headed out.

Maggie was waiting at the front window when we pulled up. We waved to Alissa and Brian as she came out. Brian's face was unreadable.

"Any progress with those two yet?" I asked Emily and April.

"She's still taking it slow," Emily said.

I jumped out and opened the rear door for Maggie, shutting her inside and running around to get in the other side.

"We're in the back, huh?" she asked, grinning.

"Yeah, we can be naughty while those two drive and navigate," I agreed.

She contented herself with a long kiss and holding my hand while sitting close.

We ended up at one of the steak places that Maria liked.

She was waiting by the door when we walked up. I gave her a kiss and a hug. The others did as well.

"They should be ready for us...," she suggested.

We stepped inside and the maître d' immediately escorted us to a quiet table in a secluded corner.

The waiter arrived quickly, took our drink orders, and disappeared.

"Figure out your food orders, if you would," Maria said. "I'm starving. Once the food is cooking, we'll catch up."

The waiter returned with the drinks. Maria drained half of her wine glass before it was her turn to order. She got a tiny sirloin and a salad. I pared my usual order back - assuming that I would need to be ready to perform when we got to her place. I didn't want to overeat and then regret it.

For the next several minutes, we each shared what was going on in our worlds. From Maria, we learned that the judge and his wife were still doing well, the realtor didn't foresee any problems with the closing on Lena and David's house, and certain members of the Coffee Club were wanting a Christmas Party - featuring a return of the Chippendale costume.

Her comment on the business journal wanting to do the article was to hold off until we could figure out how to remove me from the picture... almost literally.

We updated her on Sarah Thompson running interference with the rumor-mongers - as well as our negotiated terms with Jennifer Ward to occasionally alter my appearance to try to make me less noticeable.

Maggie caught her up on Brian's status - and then answered her questions about how he and Alissa were getting along. I shared with her that I had already brought Brian up-to-speed on everything that I was up to. While she was somewhat worried about me divulging everything, the fact that he hadn't done anything with the information so far helped her piece of mind. She promised to help keep her ears out for any serious rumors. She was already doing that with regard to our other goings-on.

April snuggled against Maria's side and begged a kiss. The Latino lawyer grinned at her and obliged.

"How are you, my gorgeous little kitten?" she asked the blonde.

"Purrr-fect," April replied with a sultry tone.

We all giggled at her.

The food began arriving and April quickly found herself in second place - right behind Maria's dinner.

We must have all been hungry. Conversation came to an immediate halt and did not resume until our food was gone.

Maria pushed her plate back and saw April looking up at her. She wrapped an arm around her, pulled her close, and gave her a peck on the lips. She looked at me with hungry eyes.

"I need you man-boy," she declared.

"We'll get you taken care of," I promised.

She scooted her chair back. Her eyes strongly suggested that I do the same. I made room. She raised her skirt high enough for me to see that her cotton panties were white before she threw her leg across and settled onto my lap - facing me - with her nose almost touching mine.

"I love the lust-filled looks the little blonde is giving me," she whispered, "and... if I recall... she's got some skill... but I *really* need what you're packing between your thighs. The only "we" I need is you and your cock and - Sam - I need it bad."

The waiter came to check on us and - seeing the way the lawyer and I were entwined - decided to go check on a couple other tables first.

I slid a hand up her blouse - inside of the bottom of her bra - and gave her left tit a firm squeeze as she kissed the hell out of me.

She was panting when we stopped. I pulled my hand back and helped her fix her outfit.

Without moving from where she was sitting, she dug in her pocketbook, retrieved her keys and her credit card. She handed the credit card to Maggie. She gripped her keys in her fist, gave me another peck on the lips, dismounted from my lap, and grabbed her pocketbook.

"Get the car unlocked, get your ass naked, and lie down in the back. Throw these in the driver's seat."

She handed the keys to me.

I stood and headed for the exit.

"I need somebody to drive my car," I heard her tell the others. "I'll be in a... consultation."

By the time I got to the exit, she was catching up to me. I held the door for her.

"Thanks, tiger," she purred.

Hand in hand, we headed for her car. I got it unlocked and then tossed the keys into the front seat. We stripped in the parking lot and I thew my clothes into the floorboard on top of hers. She practically shoved me into the seat. I'd barely rolled to my back before she was on top of me, working to get my cock inside of her. It was already stiff. Her super-aggressiveness was turning me on like crazy. This cougar was on the hunt for raw meat and she was about to have my meat in her raw twat.

Her arm wrapped around my head. Her lips attacked mine. She reached between us and tried to get my cock inside. She growled in frustration when it didn't immediately slip in. She wasn't quite wet enough yet. I slid a finger into the mouth of her vagina and worked at her a bit. She growled, kissed me harder, wrapped her other arm around my head, and left me to do my job.

I worked her nipples with my left hand and her cunny with my right. When she started lubing up, I worked a second finger in and started sliding the pair in and out of her. She growled again - impatient for my cock. I pulled my fingers out and tasted me.

"Sam...," she snarled.

I chuckled at her but she was not in the mood. She grabbed my cock and - this time - got it where she wanted it.

"Fuck...!" she complained. "I'm so fucking horny..."

I hooked my arms between her legs and pried her open. I held her ass in my fists and pulled her down onto my groin - hard - until her legs clapped against mine. There really wasn't room but I could tell she was wanting full penetration and as much of an impact as she could get.

"More... Harder... Faster... Deeper..."

"On it, boss...," I told her.

I twisted away from the seat a bit and slammed her onto my cock again. We collided hard enough that my balls flopped up and made contact - right before I lifted her again - just to turn around and slam her back down once more.

The front door opened a few minutes later. April leaned in and glanced around at us, grinning.

"Okay in here?" she asked.

The only answer she got was grunts, growls, and the clap, clap, clap of two sweaty bodies fucking. She grinned again and dropped her ass into the seat.

She started the car and eased out of the parking spot.

"More, Sam...," Maria begged. "I need more."

I wasn't sure I could give her more.

April made several turns. I estimated that we were close to merging onto the bypass by the time my Latino lover started sounding like she was getting close.

"Just a little one, Sam. Don't slow down on me... Keep it going."

Maria cruised through the first climax as April accelerated onto the highway.

"Shit!" our chauffeur barked a minute later. "You stupid fuck! What the hell...?!"

The car slowed so quickly that we were tossed around by the force.

Maria and I half-rolled from the seat. Since we were interrupted anyway, I hooked an arm around her waist flipped us over, and pinned her onto her back.

"Yes...," she purred, grabbing her ankles.

I shoved my toes into the armrest behind me, grabbed the one in front of me with my fists, pressed my lips to hers, and drove my cock into her hard enough to make the springs in the seat complain.

"Oh! Fuck! Yes!" she exclaimed.

She raised her hips, I collided with them, I drove them into the seat, the seat compressed until it couldn't, and Maria grunted. I raised up - and we did it all again - and again - and again.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Fuck! Yes!" she grunted.

I took a breath, kissed her, and started again.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Yes, Sam... I'm..." she groaned.

By the time we exited the highway, I had her close.

By the time we pulled onto her street, she was keening louder and louder.

"Sam... Sam... Sam...! Fuck! Oh...!"

She let go of her ankles, wrapped her arms and legs around me, and held me tightly as a series of powerful little convulsions rocked her body.

Her pussy gushed around me and the heat and slickness of her ejaculate climbed my cock - heading for my balls. That triggered my own eruption and we quickly had a mess on our hands - or rather - all over the seat.

"April, honey," Maria said, as we pulled into the garage. "Go into the house and find a hand towel or two."

Our driver climbed out, headed into the house, and returned a few minutes later - to find the two of us caressing each other and making out. She opened the door and got busy, cleaning us up, with only a few lewd remarks.

She threw me a second towel and I used it to clean the two of us up as we separated - which resulted in a small waterfall of our mingled mess spilling out. Maria gave me a doe-eyed look and told me that I was putting that all back before the night was over.

By the time we got to her bedroom, Maggie, Emily, and April had joined us. The three of them used their mouths on Maria and me as we made out until my balls were recharged. After that, Maria got me back between her thighs and begged me to pump another sticky load into her.

My fiancées rode Maggie's body while I rode Maria's. Emily rubbed her clitoris and vulva against the MILF's while April rode her tongue. Meanwhile, the blonde flicked, pinched, and tugged on the pair's nipples as their sexes rubbed together with squishy erotic sounds that had my balls churning.

While that was going on, Maria rubbed her hands over my chest and squeezed my biceps - and then my butt - purring to me about how I'd ruined her for every other man and how she needed to feel my steamy seed pouring inside of her.

Maggie shoved April off of her mouth long enough to laugh at the lawyer and call her out for not even trying to see any other men after she'd had me. Maria, of course, flipped it back at her - asking what other cock she'd had since. My first MILF lover started to answer that she'd had Reynolds but Maria reminded her that it had been several months since our last "staff meeting".

They both decided to let it go. Maria informed me that I was allowed to give Maggie a kiss as a consolation prize. They both laughed when I told Maggie that her tongue tasted like a certain blonde. That blonde was growing impatient and shoved my lips back to Maria's so that she could get her pussy back on Maggie's.

April came first. Emily and Maggie were next. I didn't cum until Maria did. Actually, the feisty attorney had already climaxed more than once - but I held out until she came hard - screaming my name - and ordering me to flood her womb with my spend.

Once again, when her hot girl-jizz enveloped my weary penis, I gave my balls permission to do their thing.

"Yes, my young stud...," Maria purred. "I want so badly to be knocked up by you but that can't happen."

"Can't?" Emily asked.

"It would not be good for my career," Maria clarified. "I have a bit more to do before I could relax long enough to raise another child."

"How is Grace?" Emily asked.

"Must be fine," Maria replied. "I haven't heard from her in months."

Maria turned out the light and snuggled close. Beside me, April and Emily were doing the same with Maggie. I closed my eyes and relaxed in my lover's embrace.

"Sorry, Maggie," Maria said quietly.

"For not sharing?" Maggie asked. "Tonight was your night. I wasn't even planning on coming over but Emily insisted. You didn't need me and the girls so we occupied ourselves. Thanks for dinner."

"Yes, thanks," the girls chimed in as well.

I started to add my appreciation as well, but Maria pressed a finger over my lips.

"You earned your keep, handsome," she purred quietly.

The others giggled. One of them pinched my butt. Maria chuckled when I jumped.

After that, the room got quiet quickly. I'm not sure how late it was - but it was after midnight and we needed to get up early.

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~~~ Week 26 - Wednesday ~~~

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Our alarms sounded and we all rolled out of bed. Maria gave me a long loving kiss and sent me to shower with the others. She had breakfast ready for us by the time we came out. We ate quickly, gave her kisses, and got on our way. She was headed to the shower when we went out of the door.

We dropped Maggie at home, ran to the house, traded April's car for the landscaping truck, and hurried to the nursery to grab the stuff we needed to finish the Jackman job.

Alissa was waiting when we arrived. She climbed out and we quickly ran around to grab the items that Emily called out. We piled into the vehicles and headed to the job-site.

April took pictures of us as we unloaded and then we all got to work. The bulk of the work was done by the time we broke for lunch.

When we returned to the Jackman residence for the afternoon, we wrapped up the last of our tasks and then went around and made sure that everything looked like what Emily had sketched out.

Alissa and I ended up running back to the nursery for two more flowering shrubs that Emily decided to add since we had the time. The additional pieces would also dress the yard up nicely.

On the way there and back, the former prostitute asked me how the evening had gone with Maria. I asked how things were going with Brian. All I got in reply was "good". My answer was a lot longer than hers - and had the flaxen-haired beauty rubbing her thighs together. I jokingly asked her if she needed me to help her with that and she blushed when she realized what she was doing. She blushed harder when I laughed and told her to ask Brian to help her instead.

By the time we got back to the client's place, she was so busy chasing me around to exact punishment that Emily had to get April to help her retrieve the two shrubs and get them into place.

"Alissa!" she finally barked.

I ducked off to a safe corner of the yard and laid low.

"What's going on?" Emily asked her.

"I... He... Ugh!" she complained.

"Why don't you head back...," Emily suggested. "We're done. We're just waiting on Reynolds to show up to do the walk-through..."

"I'll stay...," Alissa said, calming down. "I'm... I'm fine."

"Should I send Sam home?" Emily asked her.

"No...," Alissa answered.

"Then go kiss and make up...," the pixie-headed princess told her.

Alissa shot her a look but gave a little huff and headed my way.

I waited until she was a dozen feet away.

"I'm sorry," I told her.

"I'm horny," she whispered.

"Have April help you out," I suggested.

"I probably should...," she said.

She slugged me in the arm. Emily started to say something but then Alissa hugged me and stuck her tongue out at my fiancée.

Emily stood and went to meet Reynolds and the client - leaving April to her own devices. She came to bug the two of us. I quirked an eyebrow at Alissa - asking if she was going to have the blonde suck her pussy and calm her libido. She shook her head just enough to tell me that it wasn't happening. I smirked. She shoved me, giggling.

"You guys okay?" April asked.

"Yes, Lovebug," Alissa said, hugging her. "Are you doing pictures of the walk-through?"

"Shit! Yes... Love you...," she said, darting off.

I held my hand out to Alissa and wriggled my fingers. She twined hers through mine.

"You should probably *not* have your first time with Brian be when you are super-horny...," I advised.

"Thanks, Fatdick," she said. "You're right, of course. I *do* love you..."

"You know I love you, gorgeous - and not just because you have such a tasty-looking ass..."

"You are a tasty-looking ass...," she shot back at me, smirking.

We spotted the party of four heading our way and separated to start collecting tools and trash to take to the trucks. By the time we finished, Emily and April were coming over with Reynolds.

"Looks good, as always," he said. "You guys make my job easy."

"Might be time to talk about raises again...," April said, elbowing Emily.

"I just gave you...," Ron started to complain.

He noticed our grinning faces and stopped talking. He shook his head at us and took off for his truck without another word.

We piled into our vehicles and separated for the day. I turned to Emily as soon as we waved goodbye to Alissa.

"Maggie will be staying with us tonight," she said.

"Oh?" I inquired.

"She's super curious about tonight's session but doesn't want to risk watching it from her house," my lover replied, grinning.

"Is this the stinky mom that Maggie warned me I'd have one day?" I asked, cringing, as I waited for the response.

She laughed and said, "No..."

"Oh, come on...!" I complained.

"I don't want to spoil it," she said, glancing at April.

I turned my attention to the blonde. She threw up her hands in surrender.

"She won't tell me either," she declared.

I turned my attention back to Emily. She turned to look out of the front of the vehicle, ignoring me.

I was plotting a suitable revenge when April correctly read my lack of reaction and convinced the lavender-headed demon that she should give me at least something to quell the storm in my guts.

"She's got a lot of piercings...," Emily finally said.

April looked at me and said, "Must be a butt-load if she's that reticent to talk about it."

"That's kind of what I was thinking," I told April.

"It's not that...," Emily began to protest.

I fixed her with a hateful glare.

"I want all of the intel that you have or - so help me," I told her.

"Or what?" she asked, taunting me.

"Emily...," April said. "Don't push this. You do not realize what it's like to sit here with no information and be asked to go into this completely blind. It's not even my penis and I'm warning you that it's too much to ask... You've built this up with all of the suggestive shit and then you're just... dangling it above his head... I have a feeling that you're about to have a very dry week..."

"Month...," I growled. "It's not like I'm not rolling in pussy..."

Emily looked like she might be reconsidering.

We pulled into the driveway. The girls got out. As soon as they were headed to the door, I restarted the truck and backed out of the drive.

I saw Emily reach for her phone. I also saw April shaking her head at her and reaching for her hand.

I got onto the street and couldn't decide what my next move was. I was still covered in grass clippings and dirt. My phone rang. I ignored it.

Not knowing what else to do, I drove to Maggie's house. I contemplated driving to Mom's, picking up Lena, and taking her to dinner and a motel - but I really needed a referee - and Emily's mother wasn't independent enough for me to trust her opinion.

I parked in front of the house, walked up, and knocked on the door. Brian answered.

"Uh... shit," I complained.

Alissa peered over his shoulder.

"What's up, Fatdick?"

Brian turned and frowned at her.

"I know, I know," she told him. "I've just spent too long calling him that already - and that's about all that Emily and April call him."

She turned to me.

"Speaking of...," she asked, looking around and not seeing the girls.

Instead of answering, I asked, "Can I come in?"

She and Brian scooted back out of the way. I handed her my phone.

"I'm gonna take a shower so I can be less irritable," I replied. "Could you talk to April and sort this out. I feel like she was at least hearing me."

"Okay for Brian to listen in?" she asked.

I glanced at him.

"Assuming I don't have to pay for counseling afterwards, I would actually like a male opinion on this. I trust you implicitly, Honeybunch, but I need to know if I'm just being an asshole or if this is really something to throw a fit about..."

"Go shower, meathead," she said. "We'll get it sorted."

"Thanks, I love you," I said.

"I love you too, Sam," she said.

I grabbed a towel from the linen closet in the hall, changed my mind, laid it on the kitchen counter, walked out to the back deck, stripped to my boxers, and knocked the worst of the crud from my clothes. I walked back into the kitchen in my underwear to hear April on speakerphone, explaining things to Alissa and Brian.

I grabbed the towel and headed down the hall. I tossed my clothes on the bathroom floor, shoved my boxers to my ankles, stepped out of them, and checked the temperature of the spray. I climbed in, let it soothe me, and then turned it a little hotter.

By the time I left the shower, I looked like a freshly-boiled lobster. My headache was mostly gone. I toweled off and then pulled on my boxers. My clothes followed, I pitched the towel in the hamper, and headed to the kitchen.

"I have a sweet tea for you," Alissa called out to me from the front room.

I walked over to the couch, accepted the tea from Brian, and dropped into the recliner.

I took a long draw on the tea, draining half of it. I settled my eyes on the couple in front of me.

Brian started to laugh but it mostly came out of his nose and then he was coughing and then Alissa was patting him on the back as he sputtered - trying to clear his throat. When he finally got himself under control, he grinned at me.

"First off," he said, "I have just got to say that this is far more entertaining than I expected - but I apologize right now for your pain. I'm simply talking about this bucket list you have... Oh my God, dude! So this bitch you're supposed to plow has more metal in her than a salvage truck..."

"Brian!" Alissa gasped.

She was smiling, however. She grinned at me.

"Brian has been struggling with how to deal with you and your ever-growing harem of free-use women," she said.

Brian was laughing so hard that he had tears in his eyes. I took another drink of tea, happy to see him taking this so well. He also wasn't clutching at his side with pain. I took that as a good sign as well.

Alissa elbowed him.

"Sam's still waiting...," she said.

"I know, I know...," he said, drying his eyes.

He looked back at me.

"I've gotta tell you, man," he said. "If even one in twenty are like this, I don't know how you handle it... I mean, getting tased, and then shoving your dick into these... creatures..."

"Brian!" she gasped again.

"She's hideous, dude... Straight up. Her resting bitch-face is so bad she looks like the praying mantis - right before she decapitates her breeding-mate..."

"She's really not that bad...," Alissa said. "Half of the hookers..."

She froze. She glanced at Brian and then back at me.

"Half of the hookers at the hotel looked worse," she finished.

Brian hugged an arm around her. Alissa kissed his cheek and then turned back to me.

It was obvious to me that the two of them had discussed Alissa's previous occupation.

"I gave him the basics," she said. "I bawled my eyes out. He's been very supportive. As you already know, I'm not super-comfortable sharing that with just anybody."

I looked at Brian - and nodded my head at his companion.

"This woman - as I've already told you - is special to me," I explained. "I nearly killed a man when I first met her. I care about her... a lot."

Brian squeezed her a little more.

"I'm obviously still processing this but I want you to know that I respect your willingness to throw your own personal health and safety out the window to intervene. Lena, Alissa, and... she told me what you told the judge. Respect, dude."

"Thanks," I said.

I eased back into the chair. I hadn't even realized that I had tensed up.

"So, this pierced bitch isn't really *that* ugly... it's just... a lot," he said.

"You... You've seen pictures or something?"

"Show him," he told Alissa.

"I'd planned to..."

"He'll be way calmer after he's seen what he's getting into..."

She handed me my phone.

She turned to Brian.

"But I've explained... their appearance is only half the..."

"I know," he interrupted, "but - at least for me - that's the first big thing..."

"Alissa's easy on the eyes, isn't she?" I asked him, calling him out... forcing him to comment on her looks.

He grinned at me and then gave her a huge smile. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips - just a peck.

"She's *very* easy on the eyes but that's not even half of who she is...," he said.

"Good answer, bro," I told him.

He glanced at me and smiled.

Alissa bit the side of his jaw to regain his attention.

"Oh! Level up, dude!" I exclaimed.

Alissa glared at me but Brian just started laughing.

I glanced down at the phone, unlocked it, and checked out the picture.

"Okay," I said. "I see why Emily didn't want to spill it... but..."

I looked up at them.

"Did I overreact?"

"No," Brian said firmly. "If Mom and the other two are in an open relationship with you where you've got this almost liquid level of communication most of the time - which is how Alissa describes it to me - I think you were right to back away and wait for them to full appreciate how you're feeling fucked with."

"Not quite the way I would have phrased it," Alissa said, "but we're agreed on the answer. April is too. She's convinced the other two that they were not listening to you. Maggie wasn't directly involved but she'd fed too much to Emily and April's holding her feet to the fire on this as well."

"Full Metal Jacket Lady has been postponed," Brian said. "Since she's not here at the moment, I'm compartmentalizing the fact that my mother is involved... but I... let's just say that I think you'll be good and... drained... when you go to sleep tonight."

I gaped at Brian. He was actually grinning from ear to ear. Alissa snuggled against him. I tried to decide if that was new.

"I still say that Metal Momma is a hard no... hard as stainless steel...," he said.

"You're awful," Alissa whispered.

"Please don't ever pierce your..."

"Oh!" she gasped, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Didn't I tell you that my... uh..."

He buried his face in his hands.

"She's lying, dude," I said.

He looked up at me.

"I should really be mad that you can say that so matter-of-factly," he replied, "but I'm gonna take that as a win. Thanks."

"She's not buying what I'm selling," I told him. "Do not let this girl get away..."

He turned to look into her eyes.

"I don't intend to," he said - just as matter-of-factly as when I'd spoken to him.

I rolled out of the chair, drained the rest of the tea on the way to the sink, dropped it in the basin, and turned around to head for the front door.

Brian and Alissa were still looking at each other all googly-eyed. I let my self out without bothering them further.

In short order, I arrived home, turned off the truck and headed inside.

I walked into the bedroom to find Maggie and Emily, heads down, naked, on their knees on the carpet. April was clothed and reclining on the bed.

I ignored the two on the floor and started changing my clothes.

"They want you to boss them around," April said as I dressed.

"They can finger themselves then," I said, without looking their way. "No cumming though until I say."

I took my time dressing. I even went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and stalled a bit - giving them time to work themselves up enough to appease my lingering animosity.

When I walked back into the bedroom, I said, "Stop fingering yourselves."

I turned to the blonde photographer.

"C'mon," I said.

She glanced at the two on the floor and pointedly looked back at me but didn't ask anything. I caught her fingers in mine and led her to the back door. I opened it and guided her out. I took her to the passenger side of the truck - because that's the keys that I'd grabbed and - dammit - I wasn't going back into the house. I let her in, accepted a kiss, and shut the door. I went and climbed in and started it.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Dinner, if that's alright," I said.

"What about...?"

"I guess they'll either stay there or they won't," I told her.

She looked straight ahead for a moment and then nodded. Her face was unreadable.

I really wasn't sure what I wanted to eat. There was an old-fashioned mom and pop drive-in malt-shop on the south side of town that I hadn't been to in ages. I headed the truck that direction. We rode in silence.

We pulled into a space and I pushed the call-button. We ordered - burgers, fries, and shakes - and then chatted while we waited. A girl on rollerblades came out, took my charge-card, and scooted back to the building. She returned with the receipt a couple minutes later.

The last time I'd been here, they didn't charge you until you were ready to leave - but I could see how that might bite you in the ass when somebody dined and dashed...

April and I talked about work mostly while we waited. She didn't bring up the session that we'd postponed and she didn't mention Emily or Maggie.

Our food came and we dug in. I had to scrounge around in the glovebox for more napkins. I had grease (and other shit) running everywhere. It was all good.

"We need to bring Emily and Maggie here...," April said.

"Yes, we should," I answered.

We cleaned up and then called the roller-girl to come collect the trash. I gave her a ten-dollar bill and thanked her for helping us out. From the look on her face, that was more than she usually got.

April giggled at me as we pulled away.

"She looked like she wanted to propose to you," the blonde remarked.

"It was *not* that bad," I replied.

"Whatever," she said, laughing again.

We spent most of the trip back home talking about the food.

I unlocked the back door and led April inside. We walked into the bedroom to find both of them right where we'd left them.

Emily's stomach rumbled loudly as I undressed. I almost felt badly for her but - if they'd decided that this was their penance - that was on them. I hadn't forced them to do any of it.

Neither of them had moved yet. I decided to see how long they'd stay like that.

I got April undressed, shoved her onto her back in the middle of the bed, and then proceeded to get her off with my mouth and tongue - working as hard as possible to get her to be annoyingly loud.

Emily and Maggie were still on their knees.

I flipped April to her stomach, lay on top of her, and slid my cock between her thighs - into her snug snatch - made even tighter because I wouldn't let her spread her legs. She whined and keened as I slowly fucked my cock in and out of her.

Once she had cum again, I flipped her onto her back, shoved my dick back inside of her and plowed her hard - bouncing her down onto the mattress hard enough that her body smacked against mine on the rebound. This time, when she came, I joined her - flooding her with my gooey spunk.

I lay beside her, pulled her against me, leaned over to the nightstand, and turned out the light.

Emily waited a full five minutes before she finally spoke.

"Can we move?" she asked quietly.

"I never told you to do any of that nonsense," I noted.

I saw her start to open her mouth to say something but Maggie threw her hand over the vixen's mouth and shook her head from side to side enough to tell her not to.

"C-c-can we join you?" Maggie asked.

"Yes," I said - trying to keep the irritation I was feeling from altering the tone of my voice.

Maggie snuggled in beside me. Emily did the same behind April.

"Fuck!" the blonde gasped. "You're freezing!"

I could feel Brian's mother shivering behind me. I didn't roll away from April to hug her, but I did reach down and grab her ass and pull her against me.

"Do you f-forgive us?" Maggie asked, her words apparently still afflicted by her low core temperature.

"Are you going to do it again?" I asked.

"No!" they exclaimed in unison.

"Then you're forgiven," I said.

I snuggled against the blonde woman in my arms - who had been a lovely companion all evening long.

"Could you help us warm up?" Emily asked quietly.

I knew what she wanted but I was ornery enough to fuck with her a little.

"You could take a hot shower...," I suggested.

She was quiet for several seconds before she tried again.

"Could I climb on top of you to soak up some body heat?" she asked. "I'll take your cock down my throat and..."

"April already drained my balls," I told her. "You could see if she wants her pussy licked."

"Lovebug?" Emily asked.

"Sure," April replied.

April moved away from me far enough for Emily to climb on top of her. The blonde even lapped at Emily's vulva as Tinkerbell noisily sucked the photographer's pussy.

My cock began to stiffen with their lewd antics. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see what Maggie was doing. She saw me looking and nibbled her bottom lip, giving me a doe-eyed look.

"If your core is cold, you could try to get some hot jizz up in there," I whispered. "No promises."

I rolled to my back. She slid on top of me like a jungle constrictor and quickly got my danger noodle buried in the darkness below her curly undergrowth.

She used her lips to nibble and kiss every part of me they could reach. Meanwhile, her hips worked up and down without pause or hesitation - driving my shaft deep inside of her sensuous channel. I didn't help her; I left her to her own devices.

Soon enough, however, between the two nymphomaniacs on my left and Maggie's hungry lips - both the upper and lower ones - my balls had dredged up another load of jism.

"I'm close, Maggie," I told her.

She began moving faster then - reenergized and determined to make at least my balls bow to her.

As I felt the dam break, I grabbed her ass, pulled her down, and held her. My balls spasmed, my penis surged and bucked, and jet after jet of hot spunk rocketed inside of her.

When she was sure I was done, she moved the covers back long enough to suck me clean. Emily came over to help her. Both of them then begged kisses - which I gave. Once they were satisfied, Emily crawled behind April and shoved her back into my arms. Maggie did the same behind me.

~

~~~ Week 26 - Thursday ~~~

~

We rose early, showered, said goodbye to Maggie, and raced off to the nursery to meet Alissa. Emily got out her drawings for the Melissa Avery job and started calling out items for the three of us to retrieve.

The job-site was a little farther than we were used to and we had to hustle to get everything ready for Emily's preview before our self-imposed eight o'clock deadline to bring in the client.

April began snapping her initial set of pictures while Emily went to get Mrs. Avery. She introduced the team to the woman and then started going through the proposed work - four days' worth. Mrs. Avery said that she was happy with our proposed schedule but would be surprised if we could complete it all within the allotted time. Emily reminded her that we'd had a bit of practice. The woman laughed and said that she was aware of our substantial list of satisfied customers.

She gave us a wave and headed off to start her day. We knuckled into our work as well. I reminded April to get some action shots. She gave me a thumbs-up.

"How'd it go, last night, with Maggie and Emily?" Alissa asked.

We were working together for most of the morning anyway and it was the perfect opportunity to catch her up on everything that had happened. I asked her how things had gone with Brian.

"He asked to see me naked," she said.

"So... did you...?" I inquired.

I could tell by her adorable blush that she had.

"Did you ask him...?"

"He stripped at the same time," she said.

She was still blushing - so I kept pushing.

"So...?" I asked. "Are you playing shy because that's all that happened - or did you fuck...?"

"No sex!" she said - which caught the ears of the other two.

I waved them back to work.

"He's... packing...?" I guessed. "How big?"

She blushed again.

"Did you touch it?" I asked, making my voice as conspiratorial as possible.

She wouldn't speak. I could not get over how cute she was being.

"Did you let him touch you too?" I asked. "You're blushing like some damned virgin bride..."

I started to spout off about her previous profession and realized (thankfully) how crass that would be. I was already dangerously close to being a callous turd...

"Spill," I said. "I need details or I'll pester you to death..."

I finally gave up and went back to work. She leaned over my back and whispered into my ear. I tried to ignore the fact that her right breast was pressed against my lower shoulder blade. I reminded myself again that she didn't want us to be like that.

"It's not as big as yours," she whispered, "but it's definitely at the top end of the normal spectrum."

"Good for you...," I whispered - actually meaning it.

She pinched me in the ribs.

"It was pretty firm by the time he got undressed," she said. "I asked if I could touch it and he could only nod. It was so cute. Of course, when he asked to touch me, I was just as lost for how to say the words. I took hold of him and..."

"You are seriously going to tell me about stroking Brian's dick?" I asked her.

"Do you know how many women I've watched you fuck?" she countered.

I mimed zipping my lips closed.

"I took hold of him and began to stroke him slowly. He was super tentative with me. He rubbed my labia and then eased a finger inside. I let him go for a minute and then suggested that he lick the tip of his finger to wet it before he tried again."

"You're wicked...," I told her, picturing Brian tasting Alissa's slit on his fingertips.

She giggled.

I realized the minx was squeezing my butt-cheek.

"What are you doing?!" I asked accusingly.

She laughed so hard she tumbled off of me and ended up on her back in the grass. I pounced on her, holding her down. I kissed her lips with quick little pecks. I glanced down at her breasts - jiggling in her shirt as she struggled beneath me.

"Please don't, Sam," she begged. "I was evil and you got me back. I didn't get off last night and I'm hornier than a polecat..."

"I could..."

"No!" she gasped. "Please don't tempt me right now."

Her face was equal parts lust and fear. I sat back on my heels and pulled her up.

She hugged my neck, pressing her chest against mine. I ground my teeth together, trying not to think of how perfect she'd looked - lying there naked - on that bed in the hotel room...

She was looking into my eyes. I realized she'd been doing it for a while - just staring at me.

She grinned and kissed me on the nose.

"You are such a fucking horn-dog!" she accused.

"You do this to me," I told her.

"Please...," she countered.

"It's your fault and you know it," I shot back.

She shoved me to the ground, sat on my chest, pushed my hands down by my head, and worked up a glob of saliva that dangled lower and lower towards my face. I shoved her off at the last second - narrowly dodging the attack before it hit me between the eyes.

"You two alright?" April asked, coming over as we both stood.

"We're good," Alissa told her. "I just needed to remind Fatdick, here, that he's not the boss."

The blonde hugged her and got a peck on the lips and then came and got the same from me. I also squeezed her tiny bulbous butt. She winked at me and headed back to Emily again.

Alissa and I got back to work.

"So, just touching?" I asked.

"He made me stop before he came," she said. "I was close - but figured it wasn't fair for me to cum if he didn't."

"You offered...?" I asked her.

"I offered to jerk him into the trashcan," she replied. "I'm not quite ready for oral. That was our first time even seeing each other naked."

"He say anything nice?" I asked.

"He said that I was even prettier naked," she said, blushing again.

"Good job, Brian," I commented.

She snickered and slugged me in the shoulder.

We worked quietly for another fifteen minutes before I pestered her again.

"So... sex with the intent to breed in... two more nights...?"

"Ugh!" she gasped.

She clenched her fists and I started laughing. She shoved me onto the grass in frustration and then walked away and went to find her water bottle. She was nice enough to bring mine back when she came.

We finished our hydration break and got back to work again.

At lunch, she gave Emily and April the quicker, more-edited version - with a lot less blushing and thrown punches. The version that I got was much better...

We headed back for the job-site and I reminded April to get more action-shots.

The afternoon went faster in some ways and slower in others.

I was ready for a break when it was time to quit.

When April came around to snap the end-of-day pictures, she informed me that the piercing MILF was on the docket for the evening.

We gave Alissa hugs and she headed for home.

Emily must've been nervous about the evening because she informed me - as soon as she was in the seat - about what the evening would entail. She also asked if I had any questions.

Maggie was waiting when we got to the house to shower. Apparently, she was still wanting to watch the show - and still not comfortable watching from home. She also made very sure that I understood what the evening was going to involve.

She had grilled burgers for us. We showered and then I quickly wolfed down a burger with all of the fixings. I skipped the chips.

I got the address, switched vehicles, kicked on the live-stream, and headed for the lady's house.

~~~ Week 26 - Sofia Müller (#057) ~~~

~~~ Classmate: Luca ~~~ Partner: Gabriel (married) ~~~

The woman who answered the door looked like your average middle-aged office woman. Her dark hair was cut in a business-bob. Her makeup was on point. Her eyebrows were trimmed. Her whole demeanor suggested that she meant business.

"I'm glad we rescheduled," she said. "I ended up having to run back into the office last night."

"Yeah, sorry about that...," I told her.

"No worries."

She headed straight down the hall. I followed.

As soon as we got into the bedroom, she closed the door.

Without a word, she began undressing. I did the same. Under her business suit was a camisole. Under that was a mish-mash of leather and metal - no other garments except for the sheer hose that came to her upper thighs - where they ended in a floral design.

I hardly noticed her pantyhose, however, her body had - as Brian had so eloquently described - more metal than a salvage truck. The picture I had seen was accurate - but had not really given me the full appreciation of how many body parts the woman had that were pierced - or how many bars, studs, or rings were standing (or dangling) from those pieces of flesh.

Her waist and stomach weren't toned - but she was pretty fit. Firm B-cup breasts stood out from her chest - ensconced within the harness of chains, leather, rings, and buckles. Her nipples were tiny.

Her nipples, oddly enough, were the only things that were not pierced. Her navel was pierced with a vertical bar. Her clitoris had a ring through it that looked almost large enough for me to stick my thumb through. It was also the thickest ring that I'd ever seen as a piercing. Her labia were stretched until they no longer looked like pussy lips. They had probably a dozen rings in each - from the top of her vulva to the bottom. These rings were almost as big as the one that pierced her clitoris. She rocked from foot to foot, snickering, as I stood - mesmerized - as the numerous piercings swayed like some kind of bizarre wind charm.

A leather collar hugged her neck. I wasn't sure how I'd missed it before. From the collar, short straps hung - with metal rings at the ends. From these rings, a complex collection of interwoven chains, straps, and metal rings dangled - covering the woman down to the bottoms of her ribs.

Her stomach wasn't flat - but neither was it flabby. A wide landing strip of thick brown curls covered her mons. This hair was slightly paler than the stuff on her head - which must have been dyed - although it looked to be professionally done.

She had a bracelet on her right wrist - and gaudy, silver, dangling earrings that trailed from each lobe. I was a little surprised that there were so few piercings there - but that probably allowed her to maintain her professional front while hiding so many others underneath her clothing.

She stepped close - into my personal space. She took my cock in her hand and began stroking me - working to get me harder.

"I can see that you are intrigued," she said. "Let your fingers explore. I love being touched. You won't hurt me. Set your curiosity free. I want this monster in all of my holes before you leave here."

I flinched a little when she said, "all".

She brought her lips to my right ear.

"It's clean," she promised. "It might not be what you're used to - but I assure you that I take pleasure from all of it. I intend to enjoy myself and I'll do my best to get you comfortable enough to get you to do all the little naughty things that I like."

I ran my fingers across the chains, straps, and rings in her "blouse". She watched my fingers move. She slowly stroked my cock the whole time I explored her. I rubbed a thumb over her nipple and then pinched it. She hissed out a breath.

"I couldn't pierce them," she admitted. "They're already so sensitive that I believe it would have driven me absolutely insane. Please take a moment to suckle each of them."

I did. I felt my cock harden within her grip. She hissed again - but this one was one of excitement. I swear it made me even harder.

She nuzzled my neck and continued stroking me as I ran my fingers over her stomach and then teased them through her wiry bush. I glanced into her eyes to see her smiling.

As my finger ventured lower - approaching her clitoris - she slowed her strokes on my cock even more. She was really anticipating my touch. I intentionally did *not* touch her flesh - instead - I ran the tip of my finger around the ring itself. The thing was at least a quarter-inch in diameter. My thumb easily fit inside of it. The rough skin of my thumbprint brushed her clit as I slid the finger into the ring to check the size. She hissed again - and her hips involuntarily jerked. She lunged at my ear and latched her teeth onto it. I'm not sure why that turned me on - but my cock felt like it got even bigger.

I rubbed her clit now - with my forefinger. She sounded like she might purr. I dragged the tip of the finger down the rings that ran along the left labia - there were six. They were almost as long as the upper one. I ran my finger up the other pussy-lip - another six - giving her 13 rings in all at that spot.

"Inside, lover," she purred. "Push your finger inside."

I lowered my hand and then wriggled my fingertips as I brought my hand up - setting all of her rings to wiggling and swaying - tugging on her tender flesh.

"Please, handsome...," she begged.

The fingers of her free hand gripped my bicep. A hungry look filled her eyes.

I dropped my hand again, slid the tip of the forefinger in just enough to bury the first digit within her slick steamy flesh - and then I slowly dragged it to the top - where I bumped her clitoris - and then caught the ring with it. I pulled - adding more and more gentle tension - until her teeth threatened to break the skin of my earlobe.

When I released it, she released my ear and then I found her free hand behind my head - pulling my lips to hers. She wasn't that great of a kisser - but - damn! It was sexy as fuck.

I shoved her fist off of my prick, grabbed it in my hand, and brought it to her vulva. I pressed it between the rings. She wriggled and I groaned as the cold slick metal rings gently bounced around my crown. I pushed into her until the folds of flesh prevented further progress unless I really decided to thrust into her.

She pushed her crotch against me - ramping up the pressure. Her hand wrapped around my own. She dragged the head of my penis up her slit until it collided with the massive ring in her clit. She cursed. She dragged it down again and then nestled it into the place where she wanted it. I wanted it there as well.

"Not just yet," she sighed.

I groaned as she pulled away.

She climbed onto the bed and wagged her ass at me. Thirteen rings swayed back and forth beneath her. When I had seen the pictures, I was almost repulsed. Now, I was almost entranced. I felt myself moving forward. She giggled and crawled to the middle. She lay flat on the mattress.

Her ass looked well-used. I really had no desire for this - any of this. She looked over her shoulder at me and saw my hesitation.

"Close your eyes and drag the head of your dick back and forth across the opening until your pre-cum makes it slick," she ordered.

I did as she directed. She let me go for three or four minutes before we changed.

"On your hands and knees, over me," she said. "Lower your hips and slide your dick up and down my ass-crack. Reach under me and pinch my nipples."

Her hands went to my thighs - rubbing and encouraging. I rubbed my dick between her butt-cheeks. My own discomfort was forgotten, however, when my fingertips got to her sensitive nipples and she began to react to what I was doing there.

Before I realized what was happening, I was fucking her butt-crack as she massaged my balls in her fingers and pulled at my butt.

Her ass was now a slick mess.

"Stop for a second," she ordered.

Her hand found my shaft. She maneuvered me until the head of my penis was nestled tightly against her rosebud.

"Push - gentle pressure," she directed. "Pull my nipples gently."

Once again, the distraction of her excitement - caused by stimulating her breasts - was enough for her to get me to where she needed me.

I cried out as my cock-knob entered her. She pulled at my ass and more of me went in. Deeper and deeper, more and more slid inside. Her body relaxed, welcoming me. She was both the tightest and the most welcoming that I had ever felt. Before I realized it, my balls were pressed tightly against her taint. All of my cock was inside.

"Thrust - in and out - speed up as you begin to enjoy it. Fuck my dirty hole, you dirty boy..."

I'm not sure why her lewd words - which would have normally repulsed me - instead made my balls churn like they did.

I slid out of her and then all of the way in. Within a minute or two, she was cursing and praising in equal and alternating measures - urging me to fuck her so hard that she wouldn't be able to walk.

I was actually getting close to the point of no return when she stopped me. She had me sit on my heels. She rolled over - onto her back. Her vulva was a mess. She had a hand covering her sex. It was glistening with her pre-cum as well.

She grabbed my balls and rubbed it all around. As one hand slicked my balls, the other stroked my cock and twisted around on the head. I groaned in bliss and agony. She giggled and stopped. She grabbed a couple tissues and worked to clean my cock up.

"I'm not worried about any mess," she said, "but I want you ready and willing to move forward."

She pitched the tissues towards the trashcan. They didn't get anywhere close. She didn't notice or care. She lay back on the mattress.

"Head of your dick between my lips," she directed.

My balls ended up just below her breasts. She took them into her hands. As she sucked the head of my penis, she rubbed her tits - along with the straps, chains, and rings - up and down my shaft - from my balls to where her lips were already busy. She might not have been that good of a kisser but she could suck dick like a fucking vacuum cleaner. I was quickly approaching my limit. Somehow, she knew when I was there and stopped. I groaned in frustration again as she chuckled at me.

"Fuck my pussy lips until you cum," she ordered. "As soon as you've filled my slit with your jizz, shove your dick in me and fuck me until I tell you to stop."

At this point, my penis was just as ready for relief as my balls were. Her ass had stimulated my shaft and her lips and tortured my head. I was almost ready to explode.

I stroked my cock up and down her slit. Her slippery labia and the numerous rings worked together to bump and grind against my sensitive flesh. She made sure I bumped the head of my dick against her clit-ring often enough to keep us both on edge.

As I got closer to my release, I sped up. I was gonna dump a shit-ton of baby-batter in this woman's vulva.

"Cream my snatch and then fuck the hell out of me, handsome!" she encouraged.

I felt a dangerous fingertip moving towards my rear entrance. It distracted me just enough for me not to realize that I'd already toppled over the edge of the abyss.

I gasped and then groaned as jets of splooge sprayed and squirted into and onto the woman's labia.

As soon as my balls finished twitching, she hollered for me to fuck her.

I raised my hips and shoved my cream-covered cock straight into Mrs. Müller's pussy. I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her - driving straight into her again and again - not even realizing that I was bottoming out each time (and coating my balls in my own semen) - until those balls seized once again and I poured a second load deep inside of the woman.

When the fireworks were over, I tumbled onto my back, exhausted.

She looked over at me, grinned, and said, "You can stop now."

I just shook my head at her and laughed.

She asked me if I wanted her to clean me up. She didn't even act surprised when I told her that I already had somebody for that.

She walked me to the door (still naked except for what she had on when I fucked her). She kissed me, thanked me for visiting, and sent me on my way.

By the time I got home, the three amigos were more than willing to see what the whole mess tasted like. They were more than aware that most of the slime that coated my body - from taint to tip - was mine.

Once they got me clean, I closed my eyes and passed out. I have no clue what the three of them got up to after that...

~~~ End of Chapter 32 ~~~

(Bucket-List Progress: Week 26 - 57/104 = 54.8%)

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