Dude, You Slept With My Mom?! Ch.33

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

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~~~ Week 26 - Friday ~~~

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When my alarm went off, the four of us got up and headed into the shower. Other than a few kisses and a bit of grab-ass (mostly me teasing Maggie), we quickly got through our morning routine without any delays.

Maggie headed home. The rest of us headed to Elena Moretti's to get started on her yardwork.

When we arrived, Brian was in the truck with Alissa. He got out and walked over, smiling. Somehow - from the look on his face - I knew that he had watched my session with the pierced MILF. I looked from him to Alissa. She started laughing.

"I told you that he'd be able to tell," she informed him.

"You look like you're either dying to ask me something or dying to tell me...," I told Brian.

"Both," he said, nodding.

"Okay, shoot...," I replied.

"How bad was it? You made it look almost... normal. You were a little cringy on the butt stuff but got over it..."

I glanced at Alissa and then turned back to him.

"My motto is: There's no reason to fuck them in the ass when there's nothing wrong with their pussy."

He turned to Alissa. She started blushing - her eyes flitting to me before returning to him.

"I *have* done it. It was okay. I don't anticipate us..."

"Got it!" Alissa gasped, looking uncomfortable.

I couldn't help but laugh at her. She slugged me in the arm. It throbbed a little but I wasn't about to let her have the satisfaction of knowing she'd connected - though she probably knew.

Brian turned back to me.

"Okay, so... Alissa *tried* to dissuade me - but I was just too damned curious about how it would go. Knowing that they regularly watched you, I made her pull up the live-stream."

"And?" I asked.

"You... You put on a pretty good show," he said.

"Uh... Thanks?"

He laughed.

"I'm not gonna lie, I would never have done anything with that woman - but you definitely handle that shit better than I would. I've gotta tell you that - by the time you were done - we were both fidgeting. I had *not* anticipated getting uncomfortably horny while watching your little show - but Alissa and I turned it off and looked at each other and... well... Thanks, man."

Alissa's face was buried in her hands.

I heard two girls giggling from behind her. The former prostitute shrieked and jumped when one or both of them pinched her on the ass. She turned around and glared at them.

"Good job, Honeybunch," Emily said.

"I...," she began to rant.

She froze for a moment and then turned and headed for the shed that held the riding mower.

"Hey!" Emily yelled, heading after her.

April laughed and followed them.

"I don't know that I'll watch any more of your... uh... sessions," Brian said quietly, "but it made for a fun evening and - though this is still super-bizarre to me - I can see the appeal. You also definitely seem to have an approach that works. I've gotta admit that I'm tempted to tune in again."

"Just... uh... keep in mind," I said, "if you see me with one of your friend's mom's - it'll either be really awkward - or really hard to keep a lid on it."

"Noted," he replied, nodding.

He waved his hand around the yard.

"Alissa said there was a lot of shade here. I brought a lawn chair. I'm still not good on my feet for much more than a half-hour but I think I'm getting there."

"Just don't push yourself too much," I told him. "We have jobs lined up for weeks and weeks into the future. The sooner we get you to 100%, the sooner we can ramp things up."

"So... you all just spend Friday morning mowing some woman's yard...?" he asked, obviously curious about the use of our skills.

"Elena Moretti is a woman who is particular about her property - with the ability to afford our team to keep it looking good."

He nodded, looking pensive.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw our benefactor coming out of the garage.

"Speaking of the goddess...," I whispered, turning towards her.

She smiled as she got closer. I glanced to the right to see the girls beginning to get to work. I didn't see anybody bleeding so I was hopeful that things had smoothed out.

"Good morning, Mrs. Moretti...," I said, offering a little bow.

She smirked at me, glanced at Brian, and then looked back.

"This is Maggie's son, Brian," I informed her. "He had a close call with a passing vehicle and is recovering. He's expressed interest in joining our team and came today to stretch his legs a bit and see what we do here. He and Alissa are getting to know each other little by little... They're both being cautious."

The professional woman gave Brian an appraising look.

"Sam and Maggie have assembled a quality team who have established themselves as - by most accounts - the premiere landscaping service in the city."

"I do admit to some trepidation at being able to keep up," Brian said, nodding.

Elena glanced at me and then looked back at Brian again.

"Listen to Sam and Emily and I have every confidence that they'll be able to turn you into a valuable addition. Alissa and April have been attentive and are both stellar. Their team has not even gotten to the Mayor's property yet and the man already knows each of their names. He's bribed at least two other clients in order to get moved up on the calendar that your mother maintains."

She turned to me.

She grinned and asked, "Are you letting the girls do all of the work today?"

I glanced their way for a moment and said, "They were... negotiating for positions and it looks like I've been left out of the bidding... You wouldn't happen to need your bike detailed or anything...?"

"Perhaps another time," she said, smiling. "I was heading out and saw a new face and thought I'd come introduce myself."

She turned to Brian.

"It was a pleasure to meet you," she said. "Please give your mother my regards."

"I will," he said, "and the pleasure was all mine."

He nodded his head to her. She nodded hers as well, turned, and headed off for the garage.

As usual, I watched her walk away - admiring her perfectly-shaped posterior - waiting for her to catch me. I noticed that Brian watched my eyes - and took in the view for a moment as well.

We had turned to watch the girls work, not saying anything, until Elena pulled out of the garage and drove off. Today, she was in the black Porsche.

"Nice ride," he commented.

"She owns at least one dealership," I informed him. "She's got a car sitting on the lot that I use for my sessions - so I don't have to drive the landscaping truck and advertise who I am."

"I wondered how you were driving that truck to those sessions," he said.

He glanced down the street.

"Goddess is right...," he said. "Damn!"

"Yeah..."

"You... She...?"

"Yeah..."

"How... was it?"

"Goddess."

He looked into my eyes for almost a full minute without speaking and then just nodded.

"If you ever live-stream...," he said.

I laughed and shook my head.

"Sorry, dude," I said. "She's in the Coffee Club. They all know who I am. I don't wear the glasses with them. Although, I screwed up with Susan Hall the other day... So maybe never say never..."

"I can hope...," he said.

"Just so you know," I told him. "I can almost cum on demand - and easily outlast even the most experienced woman - but she absolutely destroys me every single fucking time."

"How many times have...?"

"I... uh... five... maybe six?"

"Shit, dude!"

"Absolutely beyond description and - if the next 50 women that I fuck end up being petri dishes for communicable diseases - this whole fucking thing was worth it for just one time with her."

I glanced over to see Emily fighting with the weed whacker.

"I'd better get to work or she's gonna fire me. She must've really been pissed to take that on. They *always* leave that for me."

I pulled on my gloves and headed her way. By the time I got there, she was cussing and looking like she was about to break something.

"Go grab your water and make sure Brian's not overdoing it," I told her.

She took a lungful of air to yell at me and then just huffed and stomped off.

I checked the line. The spool was all fucked to hell. I sat down in the grass, pulled the trimmer apart, and started rewinding the trimmer line. I glanced over to see her watching me while Brian tried to talk to her. Once she saw that I was having trouble with the equipment as well, she deflated a little and started responding to him.

By the time I got the line fixed, got everything back together, and picked up where she had left off, she had calmed down and the two of them were visiting like old friends.

She caught me looking and motioned to me that she could take back over. I waved her off, telling her to stay with Brian. When I glanced again, she was taking him on a quick tour around the property. Soon enough, they were back to Alissa's truck and Emily was digging the lawn chair out for Brian to sit down. I finished what I was working on and waited for her as she walked back over.

"He alright?" I asked.

"I probably should have done the tour before he'd stood around for a half-hour," she said. "I think he's alright though. He's definitely stronger."

"Good. He tell you he watched the show."

"Yeah," she said. "He was surprised at how much he liked it. Most guys like porn, right?"

"I guess you'd call it porn...," I said hesitantly.

"It is most *definitely* porn, Fatdick," she said, laughing. "You get my motor running every time."

I bent down and kissed her. She kissed me back and groped my dick.

"You two see anything that I should be doing instead of trimming?" I asked her.

"Stick with what works," she replied, smirking.

I swatted her ass.

"I'm gonna go get the pole saw," she said. "There are a couple busted limbs that need to come down."

I nodded. She turned and headed off. She turned and caught me ogling her ass. She grinned and wiggled it a little more as she continued on.

Maggie was standing beside Brian's chair when I finished my work.

"He alright?" I asked her.

"Yeah," she replied. "He wants to go to the diner with you. As soon as we finish lunch I'm taking him home. He's pushing a little too hard."

"Mom...," he objected.

I shot him a look and he knocked it off. I caught movement to my left and noticed that three sweaty females were backing me up. He's eyes went from face to face. Nobody was on his side.

He sighed.

"You can ride to the diner with Alissa," she told him.

I offered him a hand up - out of the chair. He took it after a half-second of hesitation.

Alissa grabbed the chair, folded it up, and dropped it into the bed of the truck. She had the door open already by the time I got him there.

"Not an invalid...," he complained under his breath.

I left his not-quite-girlfriend to manage his attitude. I went to jump in with my crew. Maggie was already in her vehicle.

We drove to the diner, let Maggie and Brian use the bathroom first, and then sent them to our booth with instructions to flag the waitress down to get their orders in.

By the time we got out of the bathroom, they had drinks. As usual, ours were waiting on the table.

"We just ordered the same thing you guys get," he noted as we walked up.

Alissa glanced at me and smirked. April smiled as well. Both of them remembered the first time they'd come with us - and how they'd remarked about how big the meal was. Now, they mowed through it just as quickly as Emily and I did.

We visited for a few minutes and then the waitress and the owner came out - with him helping her carry the trays with our meals. I introduced the owner to Maggie and her son, explaining who they were. He greeted them and then headed back for the kitchen. The waitress asked if we needed anything else and then headed off to take care of her other customers.

Brian looked from his plate to the ones in front of Alissa and April. We laughed at him.

"Eat what you can," I told him. "Alissa will probably offer to help you finish it."

He just shook his head and picked up his fork.

The four of us that always ate this amount were done in our normal amount of time. The other two looked at us with wide eyes.

"How...?" Brian asked.

"Practice makes perfect...," I told him.

"I hate to ditch you guys," Emily said, "but we need to run to the nursery before we can head back to Avery's."

"Go...," Maggie said, waving us on with her fork.

Alissa cut a slice from Brian's pile of food, stuck it in her mouth, and then offered him a kiss. She had a little gravy on her lip and was grinning from ear to ear. He grinned back, leaned in, and kissed her.

She hopped up and chewed her food as we headed for the door. I met the waitress at the cash register, paid for the meals, and gave her the tip. I waved to the owner/cook and headed out behind the girls.

We hit the nursery, grabbed what we needed, and then hurried to the job-site.

The afternoon flew by. I reminded April to get some action-shots.

At quitting time, we gave Alissa kisses and headed for the truck.

"You've got a session tonight," Emily informed me immediately.

I'd barely gotten the driver's door closed. I was still reaching for the seatbelt.

"On Friday?" I complained.

"Yes, Mr. I'm Drowning in Pussy...," she teased. "You've got a nun who's having second thoughts about her vows. She reached out to your favorite pair of naughty preacher's wives and they've got a full evening planned for you..."

April laughed as she watched my face as I processed what my perverted pixie was telling me.

"What happened to all that muttering I heard a minute ago?" the blonde asked me.

I gave her a side-eye. She laughed louder.

It had been a while since I'd seen (or fucked) Delilah Sampson and Melissa Anderson. My mind, of course, flashed back to that first meeting with each.

Mrs. Delilah Sampson was the very first MILF I fucked after Maggie. She'd been tied to the bed. It was the first night I'd worn the mask to protect my identity. I smirked, thinking back to how many times the woman and I had fornicated together. The mask hadn't been too effective with the Coffee Club members. They were quickly recruited to be Maggie's assistants.

In fact, Mrs. Anderson - the second minister's wife to have an affair with me - had been brought into the fold, as it were, by Delilah Sampson.

Delilah tied the woman to the bed and then kept her from seeing me until she had accepted that she had been set up and that she was going to get sucked and fucked without giving implicit permission. Melissa Anderson - her friend had told her - was being cuckqueaned by her husband.

The Methodist minister spoke gently to her nervous friend about her husband's sins, telling her that she had nothing to be ashamed for for wanting to participate in sex acts with a willing male. I was the willing male that Delilah Sampson delivered to the friend that she had tied to the bed to keep her from running away.

Though not the most beautiful MILF I had fucked, it was easy to see that Melissa Anderson hadn't received amorous attention from a man in quite a while. The sex with her was just as raw and highly charged as it had been with Delilah Sampson. The level of emotional starvation the woman had been going through had me wanting to do everything within my power to do whatever I had to in order to help her in her time of need. I had cum just as hard as she had - just like I had with Delilah.

I could feel my cock growing - and my pants struggling to contain my expanding member. I suddenly realized that I was still just sitting there - as the two young women beside me watched me return to our present reality.

"Back again?" Emily asked, smirking.

April glanced down at my crotch and snickered.

"He's either super-excited about this nun... or replaying his adulterous affairs with those minister's wives," she told Emily, glancing over at her.

"Both, if I had to guess," Emily replied.

I pulled on my seatbelt, stuck the key in the ignition, and started the vehicle.

I don't remember most of the trip home - or the shower. April later told me that she had gone so far as to tease her fingertips across my ball-sack while I'd been cleaning up and I hadn't even responded. From what they said, Emily had finally told her to stop before she caused problems.

I numbly got dressed, ate whatever the girls had fixed, and headed to trade the truck for the Corolla. The address Emily gave me was farther than I usually had to travel - at the very edge of the city.

When I finally pulled up in front of the place, I found myself at a small Catholic church that looked like it belonged in a tiny town - not a bustling city. I checked the address again. It was right. There was a solitary light on inside - which kind of surprised me - so I got out and headed up the walk.

The door began to open when I got halfway up the path. Delilah Sampson stuck her head out and looked at me. I froze in my tracks. She was wearing a nun's habit - the classic black and white getup.

She snickered and waved me forward. When I got to the door, she stepped back so that I could enter. She closed it up as soon as I was inside.

Melissa Anderson was there as well - and dressed exactly the same as her partner. I looked back and forth between them.

"Oh...," Mrs. Anderson moaned. "I had not realized how I've missed you until this moment."

I gave her what I hoped was a winning smile and said, "I've missed you as well."

"I'll bet you've said that to half the women in the city by now," she replied, smirking, "but I appreciate your words."

I stepped into her personal space and her chest froze mid-breath. I leaned down until my lips were millimeters away from hers. I looked deeply into her eyes and then leaned forward just enough to allow our lips to meet. I didn't kiss her - I just held them there for five seconds - and then leaned back and stood back up - still looking into her eyes.

"Lord Jesus," she breathed, "forgive me for what I'm about to do - yet again."

Delilah Sampson snickered at her friend and stepped over to claim a kiss. I reached around her waist, cupped her ass in my hand, and pulled her more deeply into the kiss.

The whole kiss was extra erotic because of the outfit she was wearing - which was highlighted in my mind as I felt the texture of the cloth in my fist as I hefted her bulbous butt in my hand while returning her kiss. My cock was as hard as iron.

Mrs. Sampson gave a heavy sigh.

"We're here for someone else," she said, "but - if you happen to have anything left after you finish with Gabriela, Melissa and I have been looking forward to fornicating with you again...

"Fornicating...," Melissa said quietly.

"Can you think of a better word?" Delilah asked her. "It is vulgar - like our act of intentional sin - it's an announcement of our violation of our marriage vows - and it's so emotive of the physical act - the sound of two sweaty bodies slapping together as they become one - as their sexes wrestled and writhe against one another..."

Her friend gave a little whimper. Her two hands were squeezed into fists, pressed against her hips - like she was trying to keep from touching herself.

Her eyes zoomed in on mine. The need - physical, emotional,... even spiritual... was clearly evident.

"I'll take care of you," I promised.

"It... It won't... take long...," she stammered, her voice edging like I was sure that her body was.

I turned back to Delilah. She was holding a priest's robes and collar.

She gave me a wicked smile and crooked a finger at me. She moved from the foyer through the open doors to the small sanctuary. As old as the building looked on the outside, the interior was surprisingly clear of dust and clutter. She noticed my wandering eyes and explained.

"A relative of mine - with more money than places to divest it - was married in this church many years ago - when it was still just a little country chapel. He originally bought it because it held fond memories for him. As folks like him are wont to do, he cleaned it up and restored it. Now, he makes a steady income from it - more than enough to continue to maintain it. It's been used for an enumerable number of weddings and other events."

Delilah led Melissa and me to the front - where a large ceremonial table stood.

"Take these, move behind the table, and change. You should be completely naked underneath," she instructed.

I took the articles of clothing, walked around, set them on the table, and stripped. When I began putting on the priest's official raiment, I encountered a problem.

"The... uh... robe...," I said.

"Yes," she responded, smiling. "It only comes to the middle of your stomach - there's just enough there to make the top half of you look like a priest. You won't need the rest. I had it altered specifically for this occasion. When Gabriela arrives, you just follow my lead. I will do all of the talking. I'll say enough of the right words to get her what she needs - which is your cock pumping its load deep inside of her."

"Fuck...," I moaned.

"Melissa and I will stand in front of you as Gabriela enters and approaches. She will not be able to tell that you are naked until it is time for me to reveal so."

"How many religious rules are we violating...?"

"We will not dishonor any of the articles in this sanctuary," she said, "but we are most definitely using this hallowed space in a way that most would deem blasphemous."

I looked around nervously, eyeing the crucifix in particular.

"I was trapped in a marriage without love," Delilah said, taking my hand. "What we did, have done, and - God willing - will continue to do... It cannot be explained to those outside. I hated my husband, my life, and my body. You made me see more clearly."

She caught Melissa's hand and held it as well.

"I brought my friend to you," she continued. "Melissa's husband - a man of the cloth - was violating their marriage bed. She was too chaste to do the same. Her honor held her within its grasp - like a cage of iron. We both know that we are no longer the fairest of lilies. You held us - in your arms and in your eyes - and you loved us. You showed us what love is - or can be. You freed us. The scriptures require that I beg forgiveness for my sins. I have decided that you are simply my 'thorn in the flesh' that the Pauline letters mention."

She squeezed my fingers.

"My friend, Gabriela, went through a long period of grieving. She told herself that she could find salvation by dedicating the remainder of her life to service within the church. Honestly, she made it farther than I expected. I was so relieved when she finally reached out to me. She is confused, is still hurting, and... whether she knows it or not... she needs - I believe - the same thing that Melissa and I needed - to feel loved."

"I...," I began to object.

Melissa reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing it. I turned from Delilah to her friend.

"Just... love her," she said. "Like you did me."

A teardrop formed in the corner of her left eye. I leaned forward and kissed it away.

"Don't do that, sexy," I whispered.

She brought her hand to my cheek, pressed it there, and kissed me gently. When our lips parted, she looked into my eyes. I swore I could hear her heartbeat thrumming in the air of that small holy place.

She slid to her knees, took hold of my cock (which was half-wilted) and brought it to her lips.

Dressed as a nun, she looked up into my eyes, leaned forward, and kissed the head of my penis. It began hardening within her grasp. Her eyes never moved from mine, but a lecherous grin spread across her face.

"Such a naughty, naughty boy...," she teased, "tempting a virtuous woman away from her vows... We'll need to figure out a suitable punishment..."

There was a knock at the external doors.

The kneeling nun uttered a quick curse word and sprang to her feet.

"Melissa, stand beside me so that our robes cover Sam... er... Augie," Delilah whispered. "Augie... be sure to remain right behind us until I reveal you. Remember, let me do the talking."

~~~ Week 26 - Gabriela Marin (#058) ~~~

~~~ Classmate: Florin ~~~ Partner: Razvan (left; status unknown) ~~~

Delilah turned her face towards the entrance and raised her voice.

"Come in, Sister Gabriela!" she called out.

Melissa and I were in our places but we were still settling. My heart was racing. I swore I could hear it pounding so loudly that the sound bounced off of the walls of the high-ceilinged room.

The large wooden door opened and a nun - dressed all in white - entered. The robe or dress part of her habit was not pleated like the ones that the other two were wearing - it was just simply white cloth. The guimpe, coif, bandeau, and veil were all the same white color. The veil and the coif were a finer - almost shinier - type of cloth. The other parts looked either to be simpler - or made of a lower thread-count.

A thumb-wide black belt cinched the habit at her waist. Just below the coif, her eight-inch crucifix hung - the top of the cross just hidden behind the material of her vestments. At the left side of her belt, hung her rosary. It's design and colorations matching the necklace she wore.

Her hair, of course, was hidden within her headpiece. Her nose was narrow. Her mouth seemed small. Her eyebrows were a light brown color. They were thin but seemed wide. I tried to figure out how much of her appearance was being thrown off by the way all of the pieces of her uniform were made of the same distracting color.

She closed the door and stopped where she was.

"Approach us, Sister Gabriela," Delilah said, her voice carrying easily across the space.

The nun hesitated a moment and then began to slowly walk forward. She passed from the foyer into the sanctuary and walked down the wide aisle - remaining almost exactly in the center of the gold-trimmed white carpet-runner that I'd walked down a few minutes ago.

"Delilah?" the woman asked.

"I am *Sister* Delilah," Mrs. Sampson replied. "Sister Melissa and I have asked Father Augie to hear your confession."

The nun's steps faltered.

"Come and stand before us, Sister," Delilah told her.

The woman steeled herself and stepped forward. Her eyes moved from Delilah's face to Melissa's. They also quickly passed over mine but returned, almost instantly, to Delilah's.

She stopped a pace away from the three of us.

"A bit closer, Sister," Delilah said. "The Lord hears all - but the walls of this place are thin and we don't need those outside to hear your words."

The nun cast her eyes about the room nervously and stepped forward until I could almost reach between the women in front of me and touch her. Her eyes found mine at that moment and her breath caught in her throat.

"Does... he look... familiar?" Delilah Sampson asked her.

"It is... uncanny," the nun replied softly - almost reverently.

"When you described your... vision to me... it reminded me of... Father Augie."

The woman glanced at Melissa and then looked at Delilah.

"Sister Gabriela," the Methodist minister's wife said. "Tell Father Augie what has been bothering you. I want you to pretend that you do not realize that this is somewhat farcical. I want you to unburden your heart right now."

Even standing slightly behind her, I could tell that she gave the nun a hard look.

The woman looked up at me for the briefest of moments, swallowed hard, and ducked her head - staring at the floor in front of her.

"F.. F... ather...," she stammered.

She cleared her throat and started again.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," she said.

As she finished the opening sentence of the statements she had obviously memorized long ago, she seemed to calm as she slipped into the repetition of the words.

"It has been three days since my last confession," she said.

"What are your sins?" Delilah asked her.

The nun glanced at the woman and lowered her face again - her cheeks pinking slightly.

"I have been having unclean thoughts," she admitted.

"The Holy Father cannot determine your penance without knowing the severity of your thoughts and actions," Delilah said. "Name them all - clearly and in detail."

The woman swallowed again.

"When I should be praying, my mind... wanders."

She glanced at Delilah - who nodded for her to continue.

The woman sighed slightly and pressed on.

"When I close my eyes - whether I hold my rosary or not - my mind pictures naked men. More and more frequently these men have been dressed in the robes of a priest. The sacred vestments pull away, however, and the man stands before me completely naked."

"Men?" Delilah asked.

"Man," the nun said. "His appearance was ambiguous at first but has resolved into a single face... It is always the same now..."

She swallowed a lump from her throat.

"I burn with lust for him. I desire him. I sully my vows by falling to my knees before him, taking his manhood into my mouth, and suckling him until I receive his unholy communion."

She was clenching her hands into fists and then relaxing them - over and over again.

"There is more?"

The nun nodded. When Delilah did not verbally respond, the woman continued.

"When I have swallowed his seed, I lay on my back and raise my skirts. I'm naked underneath. He... joins with me... we become one."

"How do these visions end?" Delilah asked.

"I open my eyes and stop them before that happens," the nun said.

"How often do these... thoughts... take over your mind?"

"A few weeks ago, it was infrequent. I confessed my thoughts and deeds to the holy father and received my penance. The priest prayed and I was forgiven. Lately, these... unholy thoughts... plague me like a swarm of gnats. I'm completely unable to quiet myself to pray as I should. It's happening so much that I'm so guilt-ridden that I can't even force myself to go to confession."

Delilah reached back with her hand, surreptitiously found my cock, and started slowly stroking it. Realizing that we were about to move to the next phase, my penis began to stiffen almost immediately.

"The Lord has heard your prayers, Sister Gabriela. I'm going to have Father Augie remove his glasses. He promises to keep your confession in confidence. In exchange, I am revealing him to you. His identity must remain secret."

I lifted the glasses from my head and held them. Gabriela Florin looked up at me and gasped.

"Is his the face that you saw?" Delilah asked her.

"It... can't be...," the nun said.

"Put your glasses back on, Sam," the minister's wife told me.

The nun's eyes shot to Delilah's when she used my real name.

"Sister Gabriela Marin," she said. "I believe that someone - you will have to decide who - is telling you that joining the convent was not meant to be. You cannot get your little brother back. He is already held tightly in the arms of the Lord. You need to let him go. You also need to let Razvan go. He will not return to you. I believe in my heart that God wants you to know that he does not expect you to give up the rest of your life to serve in the church. As I listened to you on the phone - as you described the priest that you kept seeing - I was certain that Sam was the man in your visions. This young man has already freed Melissa and me from the cages that we had built for ourselves. I believe that you have built a cage for yourself and I believe that God wants you to know that this cage is not of His design."

Delilah Sampson released my cock and stepped to her left. Almost immediately, Melissa Anderson stepped to her right.

Gabriela Marin's eyes took in my appearance - and the fact that most of my priest's robes were non-existent. Her eyes immediately latched onto my cock - which was pointing straight at her.

"Blessed Father...," she intoned.

"Time to take the sacred seed upon your tongue, Sister...," Delilah told her.

Almost as if she were operating under some kind of compulsion, the nun slid to her knees. Her face was inches from my cock. She gazed at it - almost reverently for a long moment. She looked up - into my eyes.

"The glasses...," she asked. "Could... you remove...?"

"I'll wear them, Sam," Melissa offered.

I took them off and handed them to the minister's wife. She put them on and looked down at the holy sister, kneeling before me. I quickly prayed that Emily was recording this...

The nun looked up into my eyes and gave me a small smile.

"Bless me, Father," she said, "for I am about to sin..."

Still looking into my eyes, she opened her mouth and leaned forward. I whimpered as the crown of my penis entered between her lips. She rested the head of my dick on her tongue and held it there.

She didn't suck, she didn't move her tongue, she just held the end of my cock in her mouth - like it was a holy wafer. I whimpered again when she swallowed. Almost immediately, I forgot to breathe.

As she swallowed, she leaned forward - further and further. As she leaned into me, her throat straightened - and my penis slid across her tongue, into the restrictive tightness of her esophagus, and then went deeper and deeper - until she couldn't take anymore because I had nothing left to give her.

With her nose pressed into my pubes, the holy sister - dressed in virginal white - began to swallow again and again. A powerful climax began - feeling like it started in my toes. It climbed my legs, surrounded my balls, scooped up all of my seed, thrust it through the channels to launch towards my shaft. It continued down my shaft like a tungsten rod from a railgun - and fired from my penis.

Sister Gabriela Marin felt the explosive rounds begin - and she hummed happily. I think I might have whimpered again. She took three rounds straight into the depths of her stomach before she pulled off of my spewing prick.

She took the last three bursts of seed onto her talented tongue. When my penis stopped erupting, she wrapped her lips around the head, licked the last drop from the tip, and then pulled her face off of my prick. She opened her mouth and showed me the creamy load that she held there.

She gave me an adorable smile and then swallowed it down like it was pure honey. She grinned at me and then opened her mouth to show me that it was gone.

"Fuck...," I moaned.

She looked shocked for a half-second - and then she snickered.

She stood to her feet, reached up, stuck her fingers in the front of my collar, and pulled my face down to hers. She kissed me tenderly the first time - and then a little more ravenously the second.

Keeping my face in front of hers, she removed my clothes. In seconds, I stood before her completely naked.

Delilah Sampson turned to her left, grabbed a quilted blanket, and got Melissa to help her spread it out on top of the pristine carpet-runner.

Gabriela Marin ignored them. She was busy removing the uniform of her office. She folded the items and set them neatly in a pile.

By the time the two fake nuns had the blanket spread out, the real one was completely naked - and standing in front of me. Her hair was a little thin - but it flowed down past her shoulders. It was a little messy from being hidden within the headpiece - but it was glossy and healthy-looking.

The curly thatch of pubic hair that surrounded her vulva was the same color. Her labia looked almost virginal. I think I might have uttered a low growl as I looked at them. Her clitoris was slightly excited and was peeking out of its little hiding place - just below the portion of her pubes that crowned her slit.

She was fit - almost thin. Her breasts were not quite full enough to be considered C-cups. They didn't droop much. They were very nice looking - with the nipples sitting higher than I'd expected. They were also tiny - and as stiff as pencil erasers. I immediately wanted to nibble them.

"Do I meet with your satisfaction... Father?" she asked, giving me that adorable grin again - almost a doe-eyed invitation to ogle her a little longer.

"Hell, yes...," I growled.

She glanced back, realized the floor was protected and ready for us, and just sort of melted... In a couple seconds, she was on her back, her knees spread wide enough to make her labia gap sufficiently for me to get a peek at the pristine pinkness within.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous...," I moaned.

"You probably say that to all of the Sisters," she teased.

I looked into her smiling eyes and grinned.

"100% so far," I answered.

She giggled.

I sank to my knees, gripped her thighs in my hands, and ran my tongue from her taint all of the way to her clit - pushing into her hard - to make sure she felt it.

She gave a little keening moan that had my cock growing even harder. I looked up into her eyes, growled, and licked her again - and then again. Her fingers went into my hair and the tips dug into my scalp.

She was obviously delighted with what I was doing - so I did it more - a lot more. Her fingers, her sexy keening, and her writhing - all told me that I was driving in the right direction. I stayed the course until she got to the first climactic event.

"Yes...," she moaned.

Her legs went around my head and neck - and she pulled me deeper. I dug into her slit for the first time and flicked the tip of my tongue across the mouth of her vagina. She squealed and thrashed around - and then her body went through a series of trembling shudders that rocked her world.

When it ended, she looked into my eyes and said, "I need you... Father..."

"I haven't finished eating...," I objected.

Her fingers dug into my hair and she opened her legs wide - and she practically dragged me up her body. When my lips got to hers, she attacked me. We made out like long-lost lovers.

Meanwhile, she reached down, grasped my cock, and got it inside of her - all of it. She took every bit of it. It was obvious to me that - before this woman took her vows of celibacy - she had been far from celibate.

It was also obvious that she'd gone quite a long time without sex - and she was desperate to make up for lost time. She could not get my cock in and out of her fast enough.

She rolled me to my back and started riding me like a bronco buster. I grabbed her ass in my fists and held on for dear life. She slid me in and out, she churned my prick around inside of her pussy like we were making butter, and she clenched her Kegel muscles so hard that it felt like she was milking me.

I squeezed her butt, groped her tits, and kissed everything that I could reach. She continued to ride me with reckless abandon. She fucked me and fucked me until she'd ridden me through two or three good orgasms. Then she rolled onto her back again.

"Fuck me hard and give me your seed... Holy Father...," she purred.

I kissed her hard. She wrapped my face in her hands and kissed me back.

When we separated, she gave me that adorable smile again.

"Now fuck me," she demanded.

I did my level best to see if there was a basement in that building. I pounded into her hard enough that - if there had been one - we would have entered it.

When she came again, she screamed out her release. All of the dirty words that she'd been holding in over the length of time she'd been in the convent came spilling out in one long stream of vulgarity, profanity, and lewdness.

I ignored the curse words. Her cunt was milking my cock again. She was coating my penis in girl-jizz and her vagina was doing it's best to draw my semen directly from my balls. I gave up and let it happen. I came so hard, my stomach muscles tensed.

When she felt it firing and splattering within her, she grabbed my face and pulled me down for another kiss. She held me there until I finished cumming.

When we separated, she grinned and said, "Am I forgiven, Father?"

"As far as I'm concerned, you are," I told her.

She grinned more broadly, gave me another quick peck, and turned to Delilah Sampson.

"Thank you... Sister," she said, grinning.

"I'm happy for you," Delilah said. "I think this is the first time I've seen you smile in more than a year."

"I believe you might be right," the nun replied.

Delilah turned to me.

"I'm okay but - if you could help Melissa out..."

I turned to the other non-nun.

"I'm not sure I can recover that quickly..."

"I can get by with your tongue," Melissa said, "but I would love to have that blessed manhood of yours back inside of me whenever you can make time for me."

Delilah cleared her throat and said, "William got caught and Melissa asked him for a divorce. She's free of his divisive and hateful comments but she's been missing you, Sam."

"Get naked, beautiful," I told her, patting the floor beside me and Gabriela.

A minute or two later, Gabriela and Delilah were hugging themselves to the former minister's wife while my lips moved from her mouth, to her breasts, to her navel, to her clitoris, and finally found her vagina.

I did my very best to make her feel loved and desired. I repeatedly told her what a sexy bitch she was. She looked down - past her massive sagging breasts and past-its-prime body - accusing me of being a horrible liar.

I worked my way back up her body and told her that she was going to be tasting her own pussy on my lips. Then I sat back on my heels and hefted my rigid cock in my hand. I told her that she had done that to me - making me hard for her - making me want to fuck her - with her lusty words and lewd looks.

She couldn't deny my hardon but tried to claim that it was Gabriela that had me stiff again. The nun sucked the woman's throat and told me to fuck the hell out of her.

I slid my cock inside of Melissa Jean Anderson and I pounded her until she was nothing but a quivery mass. As she came for me, I made her tell me who her pussy belonged to. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and told me that her pussy had belonged to me since that first moment when I'd called her "beautiful".

"Cum for me, beautiful," I told her. "I'm about to show you what you do to me, sexy."

I grabbed her tits, tugged and squeezed them, and leaned down until my lips were beside her ear.

"Have you been taking your pills - or am I about to put a baby in you?"

I nibbled her ear as my balls cut loose and my creamy sticky jism began squirting inside of her.

"I'm cumming, beautiful," I told her. "You made my dick hard and my balls bloated - and now your gonna have a pussy full of my messy sperm."

"You are such a naughty boy," she said. "I adore you more than you will ever know."

She kissed me long and hard. I held her in my arms and returned her loving kisses.

An open palm cracked me on the ass as Melissa and I lay together, embracing.

I turned to see Gabriela Marin looking down at me with adoration in her eyes.

"If I thought you weren't real before," the nun said, "you've eliminated every shred of doubt."

Melissa looked up at her and said, "He's real alright. He's probably slept with more women than my cheating husband - but my husband never once made me feel like this boy has - and more than just once."

Melissa kissed me once more and then let me go.

"Thank you, dear boy," she said.

I climbed up and then pulled her up with me.

We all got dressed, cleaned the place up, and headed for the front doors. Delilah turned out the lights and we walked down the path to our vehicles.

I gave each of the women hugs and kisses. Melissa grabbed my hand as I started to step away. I turned back to her to see what she wanted. She grinned, pulled my sunglasses off, and handed them to me.

I shook my head and started laughing.

I drove to the car lot, traded vehicles, and headed home.

The girls were a little disappointed that they couldn't really separate one woman's flavor from the other. They were, however, ecstatic about how the session had gone. Emily assured me that she'd recorded it for us to watch later.

Both of them said that they loved watching me make love to Melissa while she was wearing my glasses. They admitted that they'd both finger-banged themselves during that part - timing their climaxes to coincide with mine and Melissa's.

We turned off the light and snuggled together to fall asleep.

~

~~~ Week 26 - Saturday ~~~

~

As we showered, the girls chattered a little more about the previous evening's antics. By the time I got out, my cock was aching - from both the memory of fucking the nun - to Emily and April's lewd discussion about buying us less "official" versions of the outfits to use as Halloween costumes - or just as bedroom roleplay options.

I'd only ever seen the standard black and white costumes for sale - and those were cheesy replicas that didn't look anywhere close to the real thing. If Emily could somehow find the all-white outfit like Gabriela had worn... especially if it looked legit...

I tried to push the thought of my provocative and perverted fiancées wearing such sexy get-ups from my mind - but it was too much. I groaned and hurried to dress. My unflagging hard-on made that task even more difficult than normal.

I had finally managed to accomplish the task when the two temptresses came into the bedroom with white pillowcases draped over their heads like the veil that Mrs. Marin had worn. With evil intent in their eyes, they dropped to their knees in front of me and worked to get my belt undone, my zipper opened, and my pants to my ankles.

They didn't giggle or smile. They seemed to be determined to give me that same look that Gabriela Marin had on her face when she was standing in front of me - before we engaged in our sex acts.

I looked down at the two succubi - pretending to be nuns - as they nibbled, licked, and sucked my achingly-hard penis. They took turns tormenting the head - while the other teased and stimulated my shaft and balls.

"Get ready!" I warned, less than a minute after they had begun.

I was primed to fire after all of the torturous images they'd painted in my mind as we showered and dressed.

I gazed down at them as my semen rocketed from the tip of my penis. They were holding the pillowcases around their heads - framing their adorable faces in pure white - shockingly similar (at least in my mind) to how Gabriela had looked the previous night.

The naughty nymphs had their faces at least a foot from the end of my cock. My penis jerked each time a jet of sticky man-cream rocketed from it - flying through the air - before splattering the girls' faces, hands, and the pillowcases. They took turns getting splooged. Each of them had one eye closed within seconds - having taken a blast to the eyeball and barely getting their eyelids slammed shut before the burst of sticky cream arrived and began to ooze down their face.

When the last round erupted, I sat back on the edge of the bed - feeling completely drained. The two sexy vixens scooped the jizz from their eyes first - so that they could see again - and then sucked their fingers clean. After that, they took turns licking the other's face to clear away the mess.

Their moans, giggles, and happy-tummy sounds did little to reflate my cock - it was beyond redemption. I collapsed back on the mattress and closed my eyes. A bit later, I felt warm lips wrap around the head of my penis as one of them (I didn't look to see which) cleaned me up.

"Come on, one pump chump," Emily said, laughing. "We need to get moving."

"I don't think I've ever seen you come so fast!" April noted.

I rolled to my feet with a groan and got myself dressed again. At least it was easier to get my pants up this time. As soon as I was clothed, I grabbed my keys, water bottle, and hat - and headed for the truck.

April snuggled against me as I drove to the nursery. Emily leaned across her and gave me a lusty kiss.

"Thanks, you two," I said.

"That was fun," Emily replied. "I'm totally finding the all-white outfits - even if I have to buy them straight from some Catholic uniform store."

A feral growl, that started somewhere in my center, rumbled through the cab of the truck. April giggled and nipped at my jaw with her teeth. I reached over and pinched at her nipple - which was poking out through her olive-drab work shirt. She snickered and evaded my attack.

When we climbed out of the truck, Alissa was grinning from ear to ear.

"Running behind...?" she asked, with a knowing smile.

Somehow - without me realizing it - April must have snapped a picture of the result of their early-morning antics. She showed her phone to Alissa.

"Shit!" she gasped.

The former prostitute gave me a lusty grin.

"The whole thing was sexy as fuck, Fatdick. Good job! Brian didn't even complain when you were fucking that Melissa woman and the live-stream showed the whole thing from her point of view."

"How did that not...?" April started to ask.

Alissa blushed darker than I'd seen her do in a while. She looked around to make sure no one was near before she answered.

"He was fingering me..."

Emily and April both squealed loudly and rushed to hug the flaxen-haired beauty. All three of them were giggling like crazy. It was a few more minutes before we got down to actually collecting the items that we'd come here to grab. Before she darted off for her first item, Alissa gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I tried to pinch her on the ass but she was too quick.

We eventually ended up at Melissa Avery's property and settled back into our work.

Alissa and I were working on placing some flowering shrubs when I glanced over at her.

"So... if he was fingering you...," I asked.

She blushed hard again - and shook her head at me.

"Come on...," I complained. "If you two get to watch my sessions, I should get to hear your juicy details..."

She huffed at me and went quiet. We finished the shrub we were working on before she finally answered.

"He was sitting on the couch," she explained. "I was lying down, with my face in his crotch."

"You were sucking his dick while he fingered you?" I asked her.

She blushed and nodded but didn't speak.

"Did you swallow?" I asked.

"Of course!" she said a bit too loudly.

"Did he like it?"

"Why wouldn't he?"

"What'd he say?"

"He told me that I didn't need to - and then thanked me when he finished."

"Did he get you off?"

She blushed again.

"I... came... while swallowing his load," she admitted.

"Awww...," I teased. "That's fucking adorable."

"Fuck you, ass!"

"Suck me first."

"In your dreams..."

I started to open my mouth - to tell her that I *did* sometimes dream about our antics in the hotel room.

"Stop," she ordered.

Her face was super-serious. I gave her a serious look back and leaned in close - and licked her cheek.

She shrieked and swung at me - but I was already on my feet - putting distance between us. I raced around the yard, laughing, as she tried to catch me - steam rising from her face and hair as she growled and snarled at me.

As we passed Emily and April, she whispered that the client was watching us from the house. I glanced over - out of the corner of my eye - to see the woman standing on the front steps. I ran back over to where we'd been working and grabbed the next shrub.

Alissa came over, punched me in the arm, and grabbed the hand shovel. Without another word, we went back to our task.

We took a quick water-break an hour or so later and then - before I knew it - the morning was over.

"Halfway done?" I asked the slave driver.

"Yeah, I think we're on-schedule."

"We have any plans for the afternoon?" I asked her.

"April wanted to see about going to shoot some pool - but I'm having trouble finding a place that's not a bar. Since none of us are 21..."

"You ask Maggie?"

"That's a good idea...," she said.

We loaded up the trucks and headed for the diner.

Unsure that we were coming on a Saturday, the waitress didn't already have our drinks on the table. They came quickly however - and she promised that the food wouldn't take long.

"Is there a place to shoot pool that's not a bar?" I asked her. "None of us are 21."

"You check Starlight?" she asked. "I think you can do darts and pool there without an ID."

The cook hollered that our food was ready. While the waitress went to get our plates, Emily checked the internet for info on Starlight.

"They don't open until four," she said.

"Come over to Maggie's and chill in the hot tub?" Alissa offered.

Emily looked at April - who shrugged. I shrugged as well.

"Good as anything else," she told Alissa. "We'll come over after we clean up."

"Did the Halloween costumes come in?" she asked Emily.

"Oh! Yes! We'll run to the house, grab those and our swimsuits, and meet you there. We'll make sure the costumes fit and then relax for a bit before we go to Starlight."

Our food arrived. We thanked the waitress for the tip on the pool hall.

When we finished eating, I gave her a tip, paid the bill, and headed for home.

We showered, changed to comfortable clothes that would get us through the afternoon and evening, and grabbed our swimsuits. Emily and April each grabbed an unopened package to carry to the truck. Both boxes were big enough that we had to place them in the back.

We drove to Maggie's house, parked in the back, and came up the steps to the deck - where Maggie was tending the hot tub.

"Hey, sexy," I said.

I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a lust-filled kiss - while squeezing her butt.

"Did you have fun last night?" she asked, smirking.

April leaned in and showed her the picture on her phone.

"We did a little reenactment this morning...," she told the MILF.

"Oh my!" Maggie gasped.

She grinned and kissed me, groping my crotch. She was giggling by the time we separated.

Emily had already gone into the house. Maggie, April, and I headed inside to see the costumes.

Brian was holding up my outfit - a tattered pair of purple shorts and a white dress shirt that was almost completely shredded. He was shaking his head, grinning. He handed me my things and dug through the pile to find his Iron Man suit.

April pulled on the top of a big black mesh bag and handed it to Brian. He pulled on the thing and about half of the contents of one of the boxes came free.

"Holy shit!" he gasped. "How much did you spend on this?"

Emily glanced at me and said, "Don't worry about it."

He dragged the bag towards one of the recliners. He was totally geeking out as he looked through the holes in the bag to spy the various pieces of the suit.

"Do the palms of the gloves *light up*?!" he gasped.

"I think so," Emily said nonchalantly - while at the same time shooting me a wicked grin - obviously tickled at how excited he was.

She leaned over so that he wouldn't hear her.

"I just hope it fits," she whispered. "Alissa and I had a tough time getting his measurements and it's custom-made."

I glanced over as he began pulling pieces out. The thing looked like it would easily look right at home being worn around Comicon. Brian was practically drooling. It was hard not to snicker at him - he was geeking out so hard...

Alissa's female Thor costume was legit as well. She already had half of the pieces on - with her sunset-colored bikini on underneath. My cock was getting hard, just looking at her. April caught me ogling our coworker and came over to squeeze my dick and give me a smoldering kiss.

"I'm totally licking her pussy while she wears that," the blonde whispered into my ear as she groped me.

I moaned quietly enough that only she and Emily heard me. Emily pinched my ass and grinned.

Emily handed April the pieces to her outfit. The blonde held the top up to her chest for me to approve. She was gonna be the hottest fucking Black Widow... She giggled as I attacked her lips. Emily laughed and swatted me on the butt. The blonde hurried off to get changed.

"Where's Maggie?" I asked my personal pixie.

"Oh, fuck! Mags!" April gasped from the hall.

I looked up to see the MILF emerge in a shiny candy-apple red one-piece that barely contained her ample breasts. There were no shoulder straps. When she spun - so that I could see the back - I had trouble figuring out how there was even enough support in the outfit to keep her tits in place. They looked dangerously close to escaping - and my cock was as hard as stone. The sexy costume was cut high at the legs - an extreme French-cut - with barely enough material at the crotch to contain her vulva. If she hadn't shaved her coochie, her muff would have been spilling out of both sides. Her back was almost completely open. There was as strap across the bottom of her shoulder blades that must have been the only thing keeping the top of the outfit from surrendering to the weight of her hefty mammaries. The bottom was just a "V" of cloth that wrapped from the waist in the front and then dove down the crack of her ass. She was holding a crown-like headpiece and a silky cape that matched the rest of the outfit.

"This isn't a costume," Maggie growled quietly to Emily. "It's an erotic roleplay outfit."

My pixie-headed fiancée gave her a wicked grin.

"It's Scarlet Witch and I'm sure Sam thinks it's perfect - don't you Sam?"

Emily's fingers trailed down my chest, across my stomach, and then tapped the painfully stiff tent in the front of my pants.

"The applause-meter is off the scale...," she snickered.

Maggie huffed at her.

"It's sexy as fuck, Mags," I told her.

"Brian's going to..."

Emily pulled a lacey white garment from the box in front of her. She held it out to the MILF.

"I knew you'd complain," she said. "I got you a coverup to wear over it when Brian's around."

Maggie draped her cape over her shoulder, took the cover-up, and held it up in front of her body. I didn't see how it helped hide much - but she looked somewhat calmer.

"Thank you," she told Emily.

"You are dead sexy, Maggie," Emily told her. "It suits you - and I know Sam's dying to fuck you in it. Why don't you take him back to your bedroom and break it in?"

Maggie nibbled her bottom lip and looked at me.

"I'm gonna cum so much you'll need a fucking bucket...," I warned her.

"Give me two minutes," she whispered - heading down the hallway.

As she disappeared, April emerged.

"Good God!" I gasped.

Every Scarlett Johansson fantasy I'd ever had was dwarfed by the vision standing in front of me. I thought April was even cuter than the movie star but - with that outfit on - she was the starlet - and I was about to blow my load in my shorts. It did not take much to imagine her with her hair dyed red to match the character she was emulating - but - even blonde - she was dead sexy just like she was.

She grinned at me.

"You like?" she teased.

"If I was not headed into the other room to fuck the hell out of Maggie, I would take you right here, right now," I whispered.

"You should totally fuck Maggie," she said, nodding. "She looks sexy as fuck. Maybe I'll come in there and clean her up when you finish..."

I gave her a low growl of approval and skirted around her to head down the hallway.

Maggie wasn't in the bedroom. I stripped off my clothes, threw back the covers, and lay on the bed. She came in a moment later.

"I want you on top of me," I told her. "I want to watch those breasts bounce as you ride me, you sexy goddess..."

She grinned and climbed onto the mattress - and then crawled over me. The cape dragged across my arm and I noticed for the first time that she had put it on. She was wearing the headpiece as well. The cape was silky and made the hairs on my arms stand up - I was so turned on.

I grabbed a handful of Maggie's bare ass. Her costume - below the waist - was little more than floss - and barely hid her two holes. She lowered her crotch toward my cock. I tugged the narrow piece of cloth that covered her slit to the side and the head of my penis began to disappear inside of the first MILF I had ever fucked.

"Maggie...," I moaned. "You're tight..."

Once I was fully inside of her, she leaned forward. Her tits were about to fall out of her top. She pressed her lips to my left ear.

"I've been practicing my Kegel exercises," she whispered. "I'm going to make you cum so hard..."

"I'm about to blow already - just looking at you - you sexy bitch. Your tight cunt is about to absolutely ruin me... I'm gonna be worthless to you..."

"I don't need to cum...," she said quietly.

"Maggie...," I complained.

She stroked her pussy onto me two times - then a third - and then - just before I erupted - she pulled completely off.

I might have whimpered.

"Maggie?"

She began to turn around.

"I looked in the bathroom mirror," she said as she moved. "I think you might like this view better..."

She straddled me again - facing the other direction - and tossed the end of her cape to my right. It brushed against the side of my leg.

Her back was bare except for the strap and the "V" that disappeared into the crack of her ass. I groaned at the sexy vision. She grabbed my slick prick and tucked the tip back into her slit. She let go of it and licked her fingers clean.

We both moaned as she sank back down onto my cock. I held her ass in my hands, squeezing and caressing her.

She leaned forward and my penis began to emerge from her vagina. When only the head remained, she sat back up and buried me to the balls once again. It sounded like the air rushed from her lungs as she did it. I couldn't be sure. I was moaning too loudly.

She slicked my prick in and out of her grasping cunt until I was teetering over the edge of the abyss - about to lose all sense of control. She froze.

"Maggie...," I begged. "Please..."

She looked over her shoulder at me.

"Support my shoulders," she ordered.

I pressed the palms of my hands against her shoulder blades. She leaned back and rested her hands on the mattress on either side of me.

She raised her hips and my cock began coming out of her clenching channel. The head dragged across her G-spot as it came. She gave a feral growl and reversed direction - immediately shoving the head of my dick at that sweet spot again. She trembled a little and then pulled off a couple inches again - once more stimulating her happy place. Again, she reversed - bumping my cock-knob against her erogenous zone another time.

She managed to hit her interior love-button two more times before I warned her that I could not take anymore. She bounced up and down suddenly and caught me off-guard. My balls absolutely exploded and all of the air rushed from my lungs. I would have cried out but I had no air to fuel the words.

Maggie, however, had finally finished what she was trying to do. Her channel clamped around my cock like a vice. She drove down onto me anyway - shoving my penis inside until my balls were mashed between our bodies.

She had just fully sheathed me inside when the torrents of semen that had been racing through my body arrived at the tip of my penis and began to erupt from my dick like a volcano of jism.

Maggie's body shook and shuddered - from her own climax - and in response to the interior redecorating that I was doing inside of her.

She collapsed back onto me. I wrapped my hands around her, pulled the top of her costume down, and fondled and squeezed her mommy mounds. She turned her head and I gave her a few awkward kisses. I would have liked to have made out with her but we were both too tired to move.

The bedroom door opened and the girls came in. April still looked sexy as fuck. Emily was... in a bikini. It was definitely not the Captain America outfit that I had pictured but it was, admittedly, pretty damned sexy.

Her right breast had a blue triangle with stars that were a gold that was so light that they almost looked white. Her left breast was covered by a red and white striped triangle - as was her coochie. She had a dark blue choker wrapped snuggly around her neck - with a gold star dangling from it. She grinned at me.

"You like it?" she asked. "Oh!"

The pair had spotted the mess that was beginning to squeeze out from where Maggie and I were joined.

They practically dove onto the bed - getting their lusty mouths on our sexes - unwilling to let any of the gooey cream escape. Maggie and I wriggled and moaned as their wicked lips and tongues worked over our privates to remove all traces of our mingled mess.

Five minutes later, we were ready to leave the bedroom. April ran to the front room and grabbed our swimsuits. We changed our outfits, grabbed towels from the hall, and headed to the hot tub.

We stopped in the front room long enough to admire Alissa and Brian's costumes.

"Dude, that's sick," I told him.

"I... I will pay you whatever this cost... no matter how long it takes," he said, clearly still in shock.

"I'm glad you like it," I told him. "We'll call it an engagement present - whenever you and Thor, there, finally decide to make your announcement..."

Alissa didn't object. She *did* blush.

"You look sexy... er... I mean amazing too," I told her with a wink.

"Thanks, handsome," she replied.

"I almost wish I had picked that," April said. "It's really nice."

"It is," Alissa agreed. "I feel like Natalie Portman with this on."

"You're cuter than her," Emily told her.

"Completely agree," I chimed in. "You two keep geeking out," I told them. "We're gonna jump in the tub."

"We'll be out... soon," Brian promised.

We slipped out of the back door, dropped the towels on the patio chairs, and eased into the tub.

"They're never coming out," Emily said.

"I know...," April snickered.

"They're super-cute like that."

"I'm glad they like them - the outfits," I said.

"They should," Emily replied. "You do *not* want to know what I spent..."

"Doesn't matter to me," I told her. "I think we're all happy with how it turned out."

April pulled Maggie over and pushed her to the seat beside me. The blonde sat on the other side of her and kissed her cheek.

"How was it?" the photographer asked the MILF.

"Sam warned me he was on a hair-trigger," she told the blonde. "I told him I didn't care but then - the way he was looking at me - I wanted to cum when he did."

"You managed it?" Emily asked.

"Barely...," Maggie said, grinning.

I turned my head, caught her cheek in my hand, and kissed her hard.

"It was wonderful, sexy," I said. "Thank you."

We soaked in the hot tub for almost two hours, chatting about various projects that we'd finished, as well as a couple that were coming up. Maggie and Emily had some very specific ideas for the Mayor's property. They were determined to wow him.

When we got back into the house, Brian and Alissa were nowhere to be seen.

We had just started to speculate that they might be having sex when they came walking out of the hallway that led to their rooms. They were both still wearing their costumes - and they were both still talking about movies, actors, costumes, and other related minutia.

"You two actually going to be able to force yourselves to take those off long enough to go out with us?" Emily teased.

Alissa glanced at Brian and then looked back at us all serious-like.

"I mean... if we *have* to...," she said.

I almost started to sigh - but then she grinned and I realized that she was kidding. I had started to get worried there for a second.

"We can be ready by the time you are," she promised. "We've got Brian's suit figured out pretty well now. Mine is much simpler."

"Easy-access is your friend, bro," I told Brian.

"Hush," Alissa barked at me, grinning.

The four of us in our swimsuits headed to Maggie's room. We left the other two to help each other remove their custom-made costumes.

Fifteen minutes later, we assembled in the front room. We were a little ahead of schedule but decided that we could window-shop for houses on the way to the pool hall.

We all got into Maggie's car - since it was the biggest. She drove, I took shotgun, and the others piled into the back seat. Emily ended up holding April on her lap.

"We need a minivan," April teased.

That idea was quickly shot down by everybody in the car - including the one who had suggested it.

We found a couple cool houses that we hadn't seen before and got to Starlight just after it opened.

We shot pool, played darts, and threw several dollars in the pinball machine and the few video game arcades that they had.

We got some popcorn to munch on but decided to hold off on other bar-food - holding out for dinner.

Brian had suggested the noodle place again and we all reported that we were starving.

We spent two hours at Starlight and then had to wait a half-hour for a table at the restaurant. There were six of us - and that always takes longer. We chatted until they called Maggie's name and then followed the hostess to our table.

We ordered our drinks and appetizers and headed for the bowl-bar. Everybody got out their phones to remind themselves which sauces they wanted.

I managed to avoid sticking my hand or foot in anybody's leftover detritus but still wished I'd brought a napkin with me so that I could wipe my hand from trying to rebalance the precariously poised pile of goodies that I'd loaded into my dish.

I dropped off my creation to be grilled and headed for the table. The others quickly joined me. We sipped our beverages and devoured the appetizers.

When our bowls started arriving, pretty much all conversation at the table halted while we stuffed our faces. We emerged from our feeding frenzy several long minutes later. I held my bloated stomach in my hands and complained about not learning my lesson from before. The others weren't much better.

We climbed back into the car and drove home. We talked about getting back in the hot tub but ended up just sitting around the front room and catching up on hockey highlights.

An hour or so later, Emily, April, and I said goodnight to the others and headed out of the back door to climb into the truck.

We hit the bathroom, stripped, and climbed into bed. The girls were frisky - because they hadn't been fucked yet. I complained that I was still too full to oblige them. They literally bit me on the dick!

Horseplay turned into foreplay - and I ended up pounding them into the mattress - alternating back and forth between them until one of them finally climaxed. I switched to the other and got her off.

After that, I fucked one more orgasm into each of them and then rolled to my back.

The naughty nymphs refused to be finished until I'd nutted in one or both of them, however, and spent the next fifteen minutes working together to grind the cunts up and down on my prick until I finally exploded. April got the first three blasts and then Emily shoved her off to climb into her place. One round went awry before she settled into position. April swooped in to clean that up.

When that was over, they finally let me close my eyes.

~~~ End of Chapter 33 ~~~

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