“Yes!” Mrs. Solomon agreed, her brown hair spilling over her face. “That sounds like so much fun, Chloe!”
Her head ducked down. As my cock thrust up through the valley of her titties, her tongue met my crown. I gasped as she brushed it. She licked right across it. My pussy clenched at this amazing rush of pleasure that shot through me. I groaned, my balls brimming with delight.
I erupted with my jizz.
My futa-cum fired out of my cock and splashed across her gorgeous face. The trophy wife opened her mouth wide. I shook, my little titties jiggling as I erupted over and over again. White spunk fired into her mouth and splashed on her lips. Back-scattering sprays landed on her breasts and splattered my stomach.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Mrs. Solomon!”
My pussy convulsed, adding those delicious waves of sloshing bliss to the eruptions of euphoria firing from my cock. She squeezed her tits around my dick, working her tits up and down my shaft. The pleasure was so wonderful. So amazing. It was just a beautiful thing to experience.
I swayed there, gasping and moaning. My eyes fluttered at the rapture that brimmed through me. Cum dripped down her cheeks and chin. The spunk fell on her big boobies squeezing about my cock. A final spurt of spunk jolted out and splattered on her left boob. The jizz ran over her curves.
“Oh, Mrs. Solomon!” I groaned.
“Mmm, that was so good. Just delicious futa-cum!” She smiled up at me. “That’s what you call it?”
“Yep!” I panted. “Ooh, let’s go.”
I snagged up my panties and whirled around. I was so ready to march back to Mildred’s house. I wasn’t going to put on my pants, either. I would go naked. That was so hot and fun to do. Why wear clothes? They were so boring.
I had magic panties!
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Sasha Ford
I winced at every step I made. Every creak of the runners beneath my feet. I bit my lips as I climbed higher and higher. The moans grew louder in the living room for a moment, then faded as I climbed higher up the stairs. My breathing came so fast now. I was almost hyperventilating.
My body felt like it would shake apart. I was so terrified. I reached the top and crept down the carpet. I couldn’t make any noise.
I knew where her bedroom was. I passed empty rooms, a dark bathroom, and then I reached it. The musty smell of sex filled the room. Rumpled sheets covered the bed matted in stains. Some were crusted with silver streaks. I ignored them and headed for the closet. I carefully pulled the louvered panels apart. They slid on tracks in the floor, both sides folding in half.
Three boxes rested inside, each one with a purple ribbon tying it shut. I trembled, wondering which one I should take. Did it matter? My hand reached out for the nearest one. My heart beat faster. My blood howled through my veins.
I held it balanced on my left forearm and ripped at the ribbon with my right. I tore the lid off, tossing it into the closet, and then rustled at the wrapping paper. I uncovered a pair of flannel boy shorts made of stretchy cotton.
I loved girls who wore—
“—ng to fuck you so hard.”
I whirled my head around. Voices came up the stairs. I could see the staircase through the open door. I cursed and did the only thing I could do: I flung myself into the closet, clutching the boy shorts in my right hand. I pulled the louvered doors shut.
“Just pound that MILF pussy hard,” Mildred said. “God, I love fucking your married cunt. I hope one of us knocked you up. I might send you back to your husband with a futa’s baby in your belly.”
“Oh, that would be so wonderful,” said Mrs. Quick. “I’m young enough I can teach her about sex when she’s old enough.”
I tensed as they entered the room. I was trapped. Fuck.
To be continued…