I groaned, my pussy brimming with delight. I was coming so close to spurting into her mouth. To pumping her full of my jizz. Her digits wiggled around inside of me. I gasped at how wicked that felt. My eyes squeezed shut.
“Ms. Lyon!”
“Cum in her mouth!” hissed Mrs. Solomon, frigging her own cunt beside me, her cum-splattered tits jiggling.
“Yes!” I howled as a car drove by. Brakes squeaked as someone saw us.
I didn’t care.
I erupted.
I pumped my futa-cum from my balls into Ms. Lyon’s hungry mouth. I spurted over and over into her. My body bucked, my pussy going wild around the Black woman’s digits. Juices gushed out of my twat and cum pumped out of my dick.
The dual pleasure hit my mind. They danced and swirled over them. I groaned, stars bursting across my vision. My thoughts drank in the blisses while Ms. Lyon drank my futa-cum. She swallowed every wonderful drip.
“Yes!” I whimpered.
“Chloe!” groaned Mrs. Solomon.
It was exquisite to experience. A total delight that had me swaying and groaning to the pinnacle of my orgasm. Ms. Lyon sucked out the last spurts of my jizz. She gulped them down. I swayed there, heart racing.
I loved having mind-control panties.
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Sasha Ford
How long would I have to wait in here?
“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Mrs. Quick. She shuddered beneath Mildred, their tits pressed tight. “Oh, I love your futa-cum pumping into me.”
I squirmed my thighs together. My panties were so soaked, I was certain my jean shorts were, too. I could smell my sweet musk soaking the air. I wanted to get out of this cramped, dark closet. I wanted to put on the panties in my hand.
“Oh, god, that was good,” Mildred panted. She rolled off the MILF, her futa-cock popping out of Mrs. Quick’s pussy. That big, thick shaft waved back and forth. I could see them through the louvered slats of the closet door.
“Yes, it was,” Mrs. Quick groaned. “Mmm, your cock always feels amazing in me.” The blonde MILF snuggled up against Mildred’s body.
“I’m surprised your daughter’s not back yet,” Mildred said.
“She’s usually responsible. It’s her sister that’s the problem child.”
Mildred chuckled. “I can believe that. The way she dresses…”
I liked how Bryana dressed. She was a wild girl. I’d eaten her pussy a few times, and she’d returned the favor. Once while her boyfriend was passed out at a party. That had been hot knowing I was using his girlfriend and he didn’t even get the thrill of watching.
“I guess I should have told her to hurry back,” Mildred said.
“Mmm, then we’ll just have to pass the time, won’t we?” Mrs. Quick said.
Please, please leave and go back downstairs! I screamed in my mind. They could go watch Jeopardy or Wheel of Fortune. That’s what boomers like to watch, right? They probably both watched it every night normally.
“We could put this dick,” Mrs. Quick purred, stroking the futa’s wet shaft, “in my asshole.”
“You get one taste of anal, and now you’re just a slut for it, huh?” Mildred asked.
“Yes!”
I groaned as they shifted positions for anal. I was never leaving this closet with my panties. I was in hell. I had been given all my dreams in a single pair of panties, and I was trapped here. Stuck. Unable to use them.
“Mildred!” Mrs. Quick gasped as she took a hard futa-dick in her asshole.
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Chloe Quick
Ms. Lyon pulled her mouth off my dick. She licked her lips and stared up at me with such worship in her eyes. A naughty quiver ran through my body. A drop of my cum ran down her ebony skin from the corner of her mouth.
“Strip,” I said. “You should be naked with us.”
“I should,” Ms. Lyon groaned and rose. She peeled off the top she wore, her round breasts jiggling in her leopard print bra.
“Wow, really?” Mrs. Solomon asked. “Leopard print?”
“What’s wrong with that?” hissed Ms. Lyon. “I know it’s not the slutty, flimsy—”
“You two love each other!” I hissed. “So stopp bickering.”
“Oh, god, I’m so sorry,” Mrs. Solomon said. “Alesha, I didn’t mean to disparage you. I think your bra is cute.”
“You do?” Ms. Lyon asked, staring down. “It’s not a little much? I was kinda worried when I bought it.”
I blinked at how they changed. Then smiled.
“No, honey, it’s perfect.” Mrs. Solomon stepped closer, her arms going around Ms. Lyon’s neck. “Just like you’re perfect.”
They kissed.
“What?” I muttered. Then my eyes bulged. “Whoops. I used the L word, huh?” I needed to be careful, but… It was hot. They loved each other now. They were kissing with passion, my cum dribbling down Mrs. Solomon’s face to season their kiss.
My futa-dick throbbed at that while Ms. Lyon kept stripping. She reached behind her, lips melted to Mrs. Solomon’s, and unhooked her bra. She pulled it off her shoulders, the cups sliding out from between their pressed tight tits.
Now tan boobies and ebony tatas were pressed tight. I groaned at the sight of that. Ms. Lyon kept moving, unbuttoning her jeans and working those off, too. More cum dribbled down to their lips. Nothing stopped them.
Not even Mr. Carlton watching them. He had been in the car that had driven by. Now he stood on the sidewalk staring at us in shock. I waved at him, not caring. I was having too much fun with my powers.
Ms. Lyon wore leopard-print panties, too. She peeled them off her hips and struggled to work them down her thighs without bending over. Unlike her jeans, her panties didn’t drop down her legs. She had to break the kiss, bending over, her face sliding through Mrs. Solomon’s tits.
“Ooh, Alesha,” Mrs. Solomon moaned. “I love the feel of your hair on my tits. God, your sexy.”
“So are your boobs,” Ms. Lyon groaned. “You know how much I love you, Danielle?”
“How much?” I asked, a giddy thrill rushing through me.
“Like Mt. Everest amount.” The Black woman stepped out of her panties, her black bush trimmed and midnight-dark, a forest hiding her pussy. She straightened up. “My love can reach to the top of the highest point on earth.”
“Damn,” Mrs. Solomon moaned. She kissed Ms. Lyon again.
I loved the sight of their ebony and ivory bodies pressed together. My futa-dick throbbed. I had to get back to Mildred’s with Mrs. Solomon, but I hadn’t been told when. I could still have more fun. My futa-dick throbbed.
“Let’s go introduce your daughter to the love of your life, Ms. Lyon,” I said. “Kendall’s home, right?”
Ms. Lyon broke the kiss and smiled. “Yeah, she’s home. You’re right. She has to know about, Danielle. I mean… I love you so much.”
“So do I,” Mrs. Solomon groaned. “I haven’t felt this way since I was Chloe’s age.”
“So you never loved Mr. Solomon?” I asked.
“I loved his wallet.” The busty woman giggled. “Mmm, you are amazing, Alesha. Why didn’t I ever notice it before?”
“Sometimes love just smacks you in the face.”
“Yep,” I said, gripping my panties. “Let’s go.”
I followed the pair of naked MILFs, their arms entwined. A tan ass and an ebony one swayed before me down the sidewalk. My futa-dick throbbed and ached for the wicked fun we were going to have. Pussy juices soaked my thighs; my spicy musk filled my nose.
We walked past my house to reach Ms. Lyon’s. We didn’t cut across the lawn—she hated people who did that—so we followed her cobblestone path up to her porch. She mounted the porch stairs and opened the door. Cool air wafted out.