Looking down at Gretchen, he saw that she was grinning up at him and working her finger back and forth faster. Time seemed to stand still as the two men pounded away at the queen’s widely stretched cunt. It seemed to Atheling that they had been fucking for hours as their big cocks slashed in and out of her.
Then Gretchen’s warm fingers curled around his dangling balls as they flopped back and forth under his pistoning peter. Roughly clutching and tugging on his balls, Gretchen continued to tickle and rub his prostate with the tip of her embedded finger.
As the two giant cocks slid in and out of Ides’ pussy, Atheling felt her begin to quiver and strain. The muscles in her shapely legs tightened and lifted off Atheling’s shoulders as she arched her tiny feet and pointed her toes at the ceiling.
Then a strangling, choking groan escaped her lips and she began shake. Her ass was pattering up and down and Atheling could feel her stretched pussy begin to clutch and grasp at their bounding cocks as Ides came and came on their big cocks. As she did, hot, sticky gushes of juice poured out around their pistoning peters, coating the earl’s big, dangling balls with its gummy heat.
The feelings radiating up from his impaled ass and balls were so pleasurable and new, Atheling felt the burn begin down inside his flopping balls. If she kept it up, he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer, he giddily thought.
Suddenly, Atheling felt the fireball down inside his balls erupt. As it did, he jerked back and the first gooey gob of cum spurted out of the head of his dick to land directly on his mother’s pussy and James’s embedded penis.
“Unh . . .” he grunted as he felt Gretchen’s fingers curl around his cock and begin to jerk up and down it. Clutching her hand tightly around his cock, Gretchen began to jerk him off as more and more thick, milky cream spurted out of his twitching cock to coat his mother’s pussy and belly with gobs of the hot, clinging goo.
Finally, he was finished and staggered backward toward his chair. Gretchen followed him and as he plopped down in his chair, she knelt in front of him and quickly sucked his depleted peter back into her mouth.
As she gently nursed his limp penis back to life, Atheling absent-mindedly ran his fingers through her silky hair and jealously watched James continue to fuck the queen.
With Atheling out of the picture, Ides lowered her feet back onto the chair seat and James wrapped his hands around the queen’s tiny waist. He was furiously jerking her up and down on his giant prong and Atheling could see the muscles in her legs working as he pushed herself up and down to aid the earl.
As they fucked, Ides’ mammoth, milk-laden breasts were heaving up and down wildly slinging streams of white milk from her big, pinkish-purple nipples, spraying her milk all over the place.
Then Atheling heard the earl give out a loud groan.
As he did, Ides quickly pushed herself up off the earl’s cock and dropped to the floor in front of the earl. Grasping his colossus in both her hands, she began to frantically jerk them up and down its thick, juice-coated shaft.
“Come, my Lord! Come! Come in your queen’s mouth!” She panted. As she spoke, she continued to jerk her hands up and down his cock at the same time she bent its big, plum-colored head toward her open mouth.
“My Lady!” the earl gasped as his cock pulsed and spurted out a massive gush of creamy, white cum directly into her open mouth.
Queen Ides kept on jerking her hands up and down his cock, milking it and coaxing out more and more of its creamy load. Then, as the last dying spasms twitched through his cock, she dropped her head and sank her full, painted lips down over the purple head of his penis. Atheling enviously watched as her cheeks hollowed and she lovingly cupped the earl’s big balls in the palm of her hand. She held the earl’s penis in her mouth for the longest time as she sucked and coaxed out the last remaining drops of his milky semen.
Taken back by his mother’s lewd behavior, Atheling watched her lift her head and slowly run her tongue around her cum-covered lips.
“The queen may leave now, if she wishes . . .” Atheling angrily snapped at her.
“Perhaps the queen doesn’t wish to leave . . .” she haughtily remarked, coldly smiling at him as she lovingly ran her fingertips over the earl’s softening penis. “Maybe the earl has further need of my services . . .”