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Jackpot: Chapter FourteenDisclaimers & Warnings: This tale includes, elements of BDSM, and a healthy sprinkling of verbal humiliation. Readers who are offended or triggered by such material are advised to proceed with caution or bail out now. © SheriffBart 2020. All rights reserved.Feedback is welcome. Enjoy!~~~~~ Chapter f******n: Reunion ~~~~~I spent the next two weeks looking for references to Darryl Henderson in the obituaries and having nightmares about police knocking on my door. Finally, I got the call I least expected, preceded by an unexpected text message. My phone buzzed and up popped a selfie of Trisha and Dreama cheek to cheek smiling joyously. My phone rang less than a minute later and Trisha’s elated voice greeted me.“Good afternoon Bart. How are you sir? I hope I’m not interrupting.”“Not at all Trisha. It’s great to hear from you! Is that a current picture? Are you back home?”“Yes sir, thanks to you. I made it home late last night.”“That’s wonderful news Trisha. I’m so happy for you, and glad that I could help.”“Yeah, it’s so good to be home. And since Captain Perv is gone, it’s way better than it was before. Better than it’s been in a long, damn time. Mama and I have been catching each other up on our wild adventures lately. I told her about all that you’ve done for me, and she told me about you kicking Darryl’s sorry ass. We’d like to come and see you, if that’s okay.”The mention of a possible visit triggered a surge of adrenaline.Damn, I’m in full-blown NRE with this girl.“Yeah, sure. That would be wonderful.” “Oh, speaking of catching up, I have a question. When you picked me up, you said your name was Bart?” “Yes?”“But Mama calls you Frank. What’s up with the two names?”“Oh, that. Well my real name is Frank. Bart is my ‘lifestyle’ name. It’s a common practice in polyamory. Due to our professional lives, we’re not entirely comfortable being ‘out’ as poly, so I usually use a pseudonym. I should have used my real name when I met you. I guess the fact that I introduced myself as Bart was just wishful thinking on my part. When I met your m0ther, it wasn’t originally about that. I just wanted to let her know where her d@ughter was. So naturally, I used my real name.”“Wasn’t originally about that. Un-huh”, she chuckled. “Yeah, Mama says you two got busy. Told ya she likes dark meat. But I get now why you used a different name with her. So,…what should I call you?”“Whatever you want to. Speaking of questions, I have one too. Since you’re back home, what happens now with your scholarship?”“Oh, that’s the best part! Mama called the volleyball coach at Southeastern and told her what happened. We’d missed the deadline for admissions, but Coach Parsons pulled some strings and got them to give me a waiver. I get to start in the fall!”“Trisha, that’s awesome! I’m so happy for you! I’m glad it all worked out.”“Thanks Bart. I’m so stoked, I can hardly wait. Yeah, I think I’m gonna stick with ‘Bart’.” “Yeah, so..during your catching up with your m0ther, did she tell you what happened with Darryl?”“Oh yeah, she told me all about it. Thank you, by the way. You didn’t have to do that. You may have saved her life.”“More like she saved mine. Mr. Henderson was pointing a gun at me when your m0ther….intervened. I’ve been reading the obituaries and waiting for the police to call me in for questioning.” “No worries. After you left, she called 911 and the paramedics arrived. They were able to save his miserable, worthless life.”“Thank God. I was afraid she’d end up in prison for manslaughter or worse. And I’d be an accessory. ”“According to Mama, there was some back-and-forth legal bullshit. Darryl thought about pressing charges for ass@ult, but then the topic of statutory **** came up, and he dropped it. He’s long gone, thanks to you. I’m so glad you were there.”“Well I don’t know Trisha. I’ve been thinking a lot about that. If I hadn’t been there, he wouldn’t have had any reason to ass@ult your m0ther. She might have been fine if I hadn’t interfered.”“No, she would not have been fine! That sick bastard didn’t need a reason! He ass@ulted her all the fucking time just because he could. No, if you hadn’t ‘interfered’, she’d still be putting up with his shit. Getting treated like shit, sl@pped around, and cheated on. We’re so glad he’s gone, you have no fucking idea.”“Well, about the cheating…never mind, that’s not for me to discuss. Clear boundary violation. Like I said, I’m glad you got back home and got everything sorted out – especially concerning your scholarship. Now you can go on to college and fulfill your dreams.” “Yes I can!” It wasn’t hard to tell by her voice that she was beaming. I could hear Dreama laughing in the background. “And…that brings me to why I called, sir.” That familiar mischievous tone shaded her voice. “Mama and I would like to show our appreciation – in person.” “Thanks Trisha, but that’s really not necessary. I’m just happy to know you’re safe at home, your Mom is free of Little Big man, and your life is back on track.”“Thanks to you, we’re both free of little big man. And we’re not going to take ‘no’ for an answer. To be honest, I’ve been thinking about you every since you dropped me off in Tulsa. I never got to fuck you, and I know you want some of this. It’s gonna be lit. Oh, assuming it’s okay with your wife?”“Are you k**ding? If you’re planning what I think you’re planning, she’ll want to watch!”“Fucking awesome. Well, how about tomorrow night at seven? Mama and I will make your wildest dreams come true.” The sensuous purr in her voice thrilled me to my core.“Damn, how can I say no to that?”“You can’t. See you tomorrow, Bart.”~~~~~ The Prodigal d@ughter ~~~~~Lilly and I were both nervous. She’d started the day with a Brentwood Hello. Waking up with Lilly’s tongue dancing along my morning wood was a glorious beginning to what promised to be a memorable day. She took her time, savoring her treat before pushing the buttons she knew so well and gulping down her reward. As we lay cuddling afterward, she confessed that she did it partly to empty my tank in preparation for tonight’s festivities. Despite the blissful start to the day, I found I couldn’t walk past her without stopping to kiss her neck or snake my arms around her to fondle her tits ass. By the time seven rolled around, we were a little nervous and more than a little horny. We had a bottle of red wine and glasses ready and smooth jazz playing in the background. I figured a bottle of Isosceles and The Rippingtons would help set the mood. Lilly insisted that no help was needed, but I wanted to make everything perfect. She laughed at my nervous compulsive behavior, but assisted by suggesting scented candles. She’d placed them discretely around the living room and bedrooms, filling the house with the subtle aroma of lavender.Lilly wore a simple black cocktail dress with an open back and plunging neckline that allowed her breasts to sway invitingly as she moved. The slit up the side reached to mid-thigh showing off her strong, sexy legs. Underneath she wore only a thin black thong. My gorgeous wife was ready to play. The doorbell sent a buzz through me and I couldn’t help feeling some butterflies as Lilly greeted our guests. Dreama and Trisha entered, looking flushed as well. They were both discretely dressed in light jackets as they walked in. Lilly graciously relieved them of their outerwear and whistled as they were unveiled.Dreama wore an elegant, emerald green wrap dress that showed off her cleavage and hourglass figure. It stopped mid-thigh, giving way to fishnet stockings that emphasized her shapely legs. Black heels finished the elegant, sexy look. Trisha stood a couple of inches taller than her m0ther and looked like she was fresh from a rave. She wore a thin, loose-fitting red glitter top that was small enough to show off her hard, flat abs above a black leather mini-skirt. Her legs were clad in ornate stockings that also accentuated her athletic legs. “Oh my, don’t you two look yummy!” Lilly exclaimed. She hugged both women and escorted them into the living room.“The word ‘stunning’, doesn’t do you justice”, I added. I welcomed Dreama with a warm hug. Then Trisha stepped up, and greeted me with that dazzling smile. Her big blue eyes twinkled with affection and mischief. “Girl, you look so good, somebody ought to put you on a plate, and sop you up with a biscuit!”, I offered, in my best Arsenio Hall impersonation.“I can hardly wait”, she purred. Her hug was tighter, warmer, and longer than I’d expected. My blood surged as her perfume filled my nostrils. Lilly chimed in to offer our guests comfortable chairs and wine, and soon we edremit escort were sitting and chatting like old friends. I raised my glass and offered a toast. “To Trisha’s safe return and the banishment of the ogre who sent her fleeing into the night. The prodigal d@ughter has returned safely. Let us kill the fatted calf. Let us eat, drink and make merry!”Lilly rolled her eyes. “I don’t think anyone but you knows what the hell that means. And we’re certainly not making any barbaric a****l sacrifices. Besides, the kind of merrymaking I have in mind probably wouldn’t fit in that story.”Dreama ran a finger around the edge of her wine glass and smiled. “If that’s a biblical reference, we’re talking about an ancient patriarchal society. If the family was well off, they had servants. Their merry-making probably included helping themselves to the concubines – sweet young maidens, helping to welcome the lord of the manor home with open arms, and open legs.”“Spreading their legs for the boys” Trisha added quietly with a distant look on her face. “Some things never change.”“I disagree” added Lilly. “There are no patriarchs and no concubines here. Just one proud ethical slut, two awesome, liberated, sex-positive women, and one very lucky man – who apparently doesn’t know when to stop making inappropriate biblical references.”“Amen!”, I added. We all shared a laugh and finished the toast with a long draft of Isosceles. With the initial tension broken, we relaxed and got acquainted. Lilly shared her story about our journey from troubled monogamy to polyamory, and concluded, as she usually did, with an impassioned declaration of identity.“For some people, it’s a phase, or something to try out. Not for me. This is who I am. I’m free, I’m home. It’s the best of both worlds. I get to be who I am. I get to play with men and sexy women, and my Frank gets to have some fun on the side. No one gets butt hurt, and when the stars align,we get to play together. That’s very rare, so we usually settle for going to a strip joint and getting lap dances. I love to watch him with sexy girls.”“And I love to watch her. That look of raw lust in her eyes when she’s with sexy women is intoxicating.”Trisha chimed in with a crooked smile. “You mean the one she has in her eyes right now?”“Yep, that’s the look. Like a hungry wolf on the prowl. Turns me on every time. Not that I needed any help with that in this company. All three of you look incredible.”Trisha set her wine glass aside and stood. “Speaking of lap dances and sexy girls, I’d like to show you what I learned in Vegas. Besides, I don’t know about anyone else, but I’ve waited too long for this. It’s time for us to pick up where we left off.” She sauntered slowly across the room, stood in front of my chair, and began to do a strip tease. She moved toward me, swaying seductively to the music and slowly removing the top and the leather mini-skirt. She wore a garter belt underneath and her hose were crotch-less. My eyes drank in the sight as she teased me, caressing herself, swaying and twirling, never letting her eyes leave mine. Once it was apparent that she had me in a state of full arousal, she climbed into the arm chair and d****d herself around me in an intimate lap dance. There wasn’t a scintilla of hesitation as I ran my hands all over her body, caressing her warm smooth skin, softly squeezing her tits, groping her ass, and lightly stroking her inner thighs. She gasped in response to my touches and peppered my neck with hot kisses. In a strip joint, the lap dance is an elaborate tease. In modern cabarets, the girls are topless or nude and you can run your hands all over their hot young curves. They place your face between their tits, let you pinch, and grope, and caress. But there are limits – places your lips and fingers aren’t allowed to go. Not so in our living room. Having Trisha straddle me in my home was an invitation to unrestricted exploration. I took full advantage, and slid my hands over and into all of her curves and crevices. She squatted on the arms of the chair, leaned back, spread her legs and fingered her pussy right in front of me. For long moments, nothing else existed except those glistening, moist lips pouting, begging for attention. I drank in the sight for a few minutes before grabbing her ass and pulling her in for a taste. I inhaled her musk and darted my tongue furtively into her sweet young folds. She gasped and gyrated, smearing her nectar across my lips. I could have worshiped at that altar for hours, but the nymph had other plans. She reached behind her, found my trapped iron and squeezed. “I want you, Bart. I want you in my mouth, in my pussy, even in my ass if you want. I’ve been waiting so long. Gimme that BBC where I need it.” She turned to face Lilly and licked her lips. “Let’s give your wife a show that’ll make her cream her panties – if she’s wearing any.”She slid down to the floor between my knees, opened my pants, and peeled them off. Then she slowly teased and licked her way up my legs. She nestled between my legs, stroking my cock and licking my balls. No sultan in his tent was ever happier. I ran my hands through her hair and gave praise where praise was due. “God, that feels amazing Trisha. You make me feel like a king. Lilly’s soft moans told me that she agreed and was enjoying the show almost as much as I was. I decided it was time to up the ante. As much as I enjoyed having Trisha back where I’d last seen her, I had my own hidden agenda. This was my next chance to fulfill my bucket list fantasy and I wasn’t about to pass it up. “Such a sexy girl…who taught you to suck cocks like that?”She flashed a crooked smile, and ran her tongue across the tip, collecting a dollop of pre-cum. “My Mama taught me all about sucking cocks and pleasing men.”“Ah, yes, she told me she how she taught you by example,” I said. “And, since you’re both here to show your appreciation for my bringing the two of you back together, I think it’s only fitting that the two of you come together – m0ther and d@ughter – right here at my feet. Dreama, crawl over here and show your d@ughter how it’s done.”“Yes sir!” She chirped. She slid to the floor in one fluid motion and, moving like a jungle cat, joined Trisha at my feet.I stood in front of the chair to give the ladies more room to work, and Lilly more room to watch. Trisha and her m0ther busied themselves licking my cock and balls. They took turns sucking it deep into their hot mouths. I guided their efforts with one hand on each blonde head, pulling out of one lovely mouth and filling the other in turn. I felt like bursting and I knew that if I tried to contain it, I’d be overwhelmed. The passion surging through me had to be released either in a torrent of vile words or in spurting seed, which would certainly be unwelcome this early in the evening’s festivities. I chose the former and growled. “Fuck yess! Two beautiful, greedy, cock-sucking sluts at my feet! M0mmy slut and d@ughter slut, working together in harmony. That’s a good girl, Trisha. Lick my balls while your cum-guzzling m0ther sucks my cock.”Dreama responded by hollowing her cheeks and slurping as she snaked her hands around my thighs, and fondled my ass. Her every moan and movement communicated unrestrained hunger. She seemed a creature of pure lust, and I was rapidly sinking – or rising – to her level. This is a dream come true, a bucket list fantasy finally fulfilled. But it’s even better because I get to face-fuck a sexy m0ther and her d@ughter at the same fucking time. m0ther and d@ughter responded to my prompting and resumed sharing their treat, alternating with deep drafts of dick, and loving licks around my sack. I lined them up on opposite sides, facing each other, sliding their lips along my shaft. Fucking glorious. Lilly was wise enough to capture the moment on her phone, shooting from several angles. God, I love that woman. I turned to my lovely wife and with eyes not quite focused, tried to give voice to my joy.“Oh, Lilly, it feels fucking incredible! I’m almost glad we waited until now. This is beyond my wildest dreams.” I guess she took that as a challenge or an invitation. She joined us, stood behind our adoring guests, and placed her hand on Dreama’s head. “My husband tells me you’re a perfect whore. Let’s see how well you handle a big, black dick down your throat.” She took my shaft in one hand, grabbed a handful of Dreama’s golden mane, and shoved the kneeling blonde’s head forward. Dreama only moaned softly and gripped my ass harder as my rod was pushed deeper into her mouth.I shoved my hips forward until her lips were pressed against my balls. escort edremit I looked over and saw the hungry wolf in Lilly’s eyes as she forced my cock down Dreama’s throat. Exhilaration rushed through me. I cradled Lilly’s face and pulled her to me. We shared a passionate kiss with my cock buried in Dreama’s throat.I grabbed Dreama by the hair, and pulled her head roughly backward. She gasped as the thick saliva trailed from her lips. She looked up at me, her hazel eyes burning with emerald fire. “See Trisha? Your Mom’s a cock-sucking, bbc whore. Are you happy now, Dreama? Was that what you wanted, a big, black cock down your throat?”“Fuck yes. But, that’s not all I want. You know how I like it. Don’t hold back. Let it out, Frank” Let it out? It took a moment for me to realize what she was asking for. When it hit me, I almost came just from the thought of it. Fuck. I don’t know if I can, especially right in front her d@ughter. The first time was hard enough and that was just the two of us. But that’s what she wants. I’ve always been told the submissive is really the one in control. “Fucking greedy, whore. C’mere, bitch!” I grabbed her hair with both hands and shoved my cock back in her mouth. I kept pushing, driving her head backwards as I ground my balls into her chin. She clutched at my hips and ass, hanging on as my hard flesh filled her throat and cut off her air. “Swallow that cock, you fucking whore!” I heard Trisha gasp as she saw her m0ther clinging, gagging, reveling in being utterly used. I held it deep in her throat until her eyebrows knitted together in a silent plea. I jerked her head backwards, watching as the thick tracers of saliva bridged the new gap. I pulled my right hand from her hair, drew it back, paused and fastened my eyes on hers. She read the gesture, raised her face toward me, and waited. I swung just hard enough to make a loud sl@p when my hand crossed her cheek. There were three gasps in harmony. Dreama’s was sparked by passion. Trisha and Lilly were in shock.“Frank, what the fuck?!”, Lilly shouted. But Dreama rotated her head back toward me with a devilish gleam in her eye and her lips slowly twisting into a lewd smile. “That’s it. Don’t hold back, you son of a – ”The second sl@p lit up the other cheek and sent her hair flying. Before she could say another word, I had both hands back in her hair and my cock sliding back down her throat. She moaned more urgently, and slid her tongue down to search for my balls. She dropped her hands from my hips and hid them between her legs. Oh, my God, what a rush! Why does that turn me on so much? What kind of ogre am I? But if that’s what she wants…Of course that’s what she wants, the poor woman is about to cum from me bitch-sl@pping her and fucking her face. “You asked how she handles it my dear? Look at the nasty bitch, she’s about to cum from being bitch-sl@pped and face-fucked. That’s right, Dreama, choke on that cock you greedy, fucking whore!”I jerked her face away long enough for her to gasp through her orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she began to spasm, fingers working frantically on her mound. “More”, she moaned. A third sl@p sent her over the edge and she tumbled backward onto the floor groaning, legs splayed wide, one hand pounding three fingers into her pussy and the other strumming her clit. Dreama had ripped the door off the cage. At that moment, I was little more than a brute, drowning in a torrent of adrenaline and testosterone. I reached for Trisha, using her hair to pull her from the wide-eyed stupor she’d fallen into. My head of my cock at her lips quickly brought her back to her senses. She opened reflexively, moaning at the familiar taste of my dick in her mouth. I wasn’t quite gone enough to think I could treat her as I had Dreama, but I was too far gone to be gentle. She did her best to keep up, working her lips and tongue as I used her mouth vigorously. Lilly whispered something incoherent and dropped to her knees to assist. I pushed her away. “You, my kinky wife, said you wanted to watch. So get your sexy ass back over to the couch and enjoy the show. Help Dreama up and take her with you. Trisha and I have been waiting too long for this. Haven’t we Trisha?” I used her hair to pull her face away from my dick so the poor girl could respond. “Please fuck me Bart! Like you said, we’ve waited long enough. Let’s show Lilly what she wanted to see. Put this thing where I need it.” Then she turned to appeal to the bench. “Isn’t that what you want to see, Lilly? You wanna watch me ride this monster. You wanna watch your husband fuck me, don’t you?Lilly’s response was a raspy “Hell yes, I wanna watch my man fuck you raw!” She reached for her phone, fumbled with it excitedly and managed to start filming. Left alone at my feet, Trisha looked up and whispered. “You’ve been teasing me since we met, you bastard. Give me what I want. Please fuck me, Bart. Right here, right fucking now. Please!” Music to my ears. A gorgeous 19-year old blonde on her knees begging me to fuck her. Right in front of my wife. I am the luckiest man alive. “And you, you little vixen, have been teasing me since we met. Waving your ass at me behind the car, telling me about fucking truck drivers in a parking lot, making me cum in my office. I’ve been thinking about you ever since, dreaming about you, practically dying to fuck you. Now you’re going to get what you wanted. But there are still rules. If you want this cock, you’ve gotta dress it first.”Her brows jammed together in confusion. “I’ve got to what?”Lilly chimed in and tossed Trisha a condom. “Here you go, sweetie. Wrap it and ride it!”Trisha giggled as she ripped the package open. In half a flash, she had it rolled down my shaft. Lilly walked over and squirted some flavored lube on me, and stroked it on.“A little lube always helps with easing Latex into your pussy. You’re wet, but it’s not. You can suck on it a little before putting it in, but spermicide is generally not the tastiest thing in the world. So I use flavored lube. You can suck it a little more before putting it in. Or” – she paused and gave me a look that sent more steel into my groin – “you can stroke it a little, and get it nice and hard, before you let him shove it into your sweet little pussy.”She released me, kissed me on the cheek and added, “She’s all yours baby. Don’t keep her waiting.”I reached down, pulled Trisha to her feet, and spun her around facing the chair. I wanted to pick up where we’d left off way back on that Friday night, in the dim lights of the industrial park. The image of her bent over the back of my car, waving that perfect ass at me flashed in my mind. When I see an ass like that, all I want to do is bend the bitch over, grab her hips, and shove my cock into that sweet, hidden valley below.I took a deep breath, trying to contain the flame her m0ther had lit. I eased it in, taking my time. The condom dulled the sensations slightly, but it was a small price to pay. If Trisha preferred to have my flesh in her unfiltered, she gave no indication. She made a little whining sound as I stretched her walls. She held tightly to the chair as I filled her, and whispered her appreciation as I buried my steel in her and stopped. We’d waited too long to rush it. I moved slowly, stoking her oven with long, deliberate strokes, each one ending with a firm jolt as I buried it in her with a grunt. My hands wandered around her hips, ass, legs, caressing, feeding more joy into my brain. Trisha cooed her appreciation.“God I’ve waited so long for this. Oh, yeah, fuck me Bart, give me that big, black, cock! Ohhh yeah, so big, so hard, so deep, so fucking gooood.” She danced with me and rocked in time with my hips. The sound of soft feminine sighs in my periphery reminded me that we had an audience. I glanced over and saw Lilly and Dreama cuddling on the couch. Well, cuddling isn’t the right word. They sat side by side. Dreama had her head on my wife’s shoulder and one leg d****d over Lilly’s. Lilly had a hand between Dreama’s legs, exploring. I caught a whiff of their conversation.“God, I love watching Frank fuck other women. I got so fucking hot watching him use your mouth. And I especially love watching him with hot young girls like Trisha. But, I imagine this is difficult for you. Aren’t you a little uncomfortable watching my husband fuck your d@ughter?”“Maybe a little. This is all new territory for Trish and me. It’ll take some getting used to, but I think we’re way past being embarrassed now.”“You’ve got a point. That was pretty fucking intense. Frank told me when he came home that he’d sl@pped you but I – I still wasn’t prepared edremit escort bayan for that. What helps for me is the fact that I’m a voyeur. And I’m bi. So I love watching hot sex, and I love playing with girls. For me, this is Christmas and New Years Eve combined. I get to watch my man fuck a hot young blonde, and play with her horny m0ther at the same time. I’m wet as hell right now.”“Thanks. I’ve always tried to insulate Trish from my lifestyle. That was the red line that Darryl crossed. But now…well, she’s an adult now. And she obviously likes Frank as much as I do. So, to be honest, I’m enjoying it too. Maybe it’s because Frank and I already have a chemistry. Maybe it’s because of the way both of you topped me a while ago – and the fact that you’re rubbing my clit juuust right. But.. yeah, I’m really wet.”“Ooooh, I really hope some of that is because of me. I live for finger-fucking women.” At that, I turned to look just in time to see Dreama spread her legs wider to accommodate Lilly’s probing fingers, then cover them with her hand. She caught my gaze and licked her lips. That melted a few more restraints inside me. I reached forward, grabbed Trisha’s hair and pulled. She gasped and raised her head like a reigned stallion. I pulled almost all the way out, and sl@pped her firm ass hard. She looked over her shoulder her piercing blue eyes full of desire. “Please don’t stop.”“You want more, you little slut?”“Yes! Give me more, Bart! Fuck me harder!” Make the bitch beg for it. I sl@pped her ass again and jerked her hair. “Say please bitch!She yelped and gasped “ Please Bart! Please don’t stop. Please fuck me harder sir!”I slammed into her. The loud sl@pping sound was accompanied by a grunt from Trisha and moaning from the couch. Apparently my wife and her m0ther approved. That made what followed even more exhilarating. Dreama had opened the cage and left it in tatters. I took her d@ughter like a viking on a conquered maiden, slamming into her with my hands tugging at her hair, calling her names – bitch, whore, slut, fuckmeat – whatever poured out of my mouth. It was shameful. She loved it. She bucked back against me, begging for more. We were fully engulfed in the inferno of passion. Firefighters trying to contain wildfires dig trenches and build firebreaks to keep the flame from spreading. Naturally, I did the opposite. I pulled Trisha by the hair, brought her back towards me, and spun her around to face the couch. I stood her upright, pinned her wrists behind the small of her back, and walked her forward a few steps. Then I bent her over again and held her by the wrists, leaving her face a few feet from Dreama’s. Before she could say another word, I drove it back in to the hilt and resumed ravaging her creamy pussy. She cried out as I slammed into her. Such a small gap was no impediment for such an intense flame. The couch went up, both women writhing in the flame, transfixed by the proximity of the obscene spectacle of Trisha being taken.“Get a good look, Honey. Is this what you wanted to see, you horny bitch?”Lilly’s response was a series of incoherent grunts with the word fuck mixed in. Her eyes were half closed but remained fixed on us as she began to convulse on the couch. “Mama whore, doesn’t your little girl look pretty when she’s getting a big, black cock shoved up her cunt? Tell her how pretty she is.”In response, Dreama reached out and touched Trisha’s face. That closed the connection and Trisha went up in flames. Her pussy started squeezing and sucking at my buried cock. Then the tremors spread to her legs, her back. She arched her back and whined. When she came, she knotted up her face, whining through tightly closed lips. Dreama’s eyes moistened. She bit her lower lip and kneaded her breast with one hand, and continued to caress her d@ughter’s face with the other. I’d never seen her more beautiful.I pulled Trisha gently back toward me and steadied her on her feet. I eased out of her, not a little proud to see that my latex-covered sword was coated with her nectar. I set her on the couch and pulled Dreama to her feet in her d@ughter’s place. “Your turn, Mama slut. Bend over and spread those thick thighs”. “Yes sir! Are you gonna do me like you did last week – use me like a cheap whore – right here in front of my d@ughter?”The words sent a flare surging through me lapping at the ceiling. “Damn right I am.”I punctuated my declaration with a hard sl@p to her big ass that drove a gasp from her lips. She bent over and reached behind her, cupping and lewdly spreading her cheeks. “Is that what you like, Frank? You like my big, sexy ass? You wanna fuck it don’t you, Frank?”God, I love this woman! “I’m not interested in fucking your nasty ass. I’m gonna shove my cock where it belongs, deep in your drooling cunt. But only if you say please. Beg for it, bitch. Show your sweet little girl what a shameless whore you are.”“Oh, fuck! Give it to me, you horny bastard! Please Frank. Please fuck m” – Before she could finish her supplication, I was buried in her, forcing the air from her lungs. We picked up where we’d left off in apartment 604. I grabbed her wrists and slammed into her, driving her into another round of orgasmic convulsions. The loud sl@pping of my groin against her ass replaced the smooth jazz soundtrack with more primitive music. I pounded out a driving rhythm in harmony with guttural grunts and vulgar whispers from my dance partner. We were accompanied by soft moans from our captive live audience, riveted in their front row seats. After her second orgasm, Dreama collapsed forward onto the couch. I released her wrists and she clung to Trisha as I stood behind her and continued to give and take, slamming, grinding, occasionally growling. To my immense relief, Trisha’s face was radiant as her m0ther’s had been. The sight of it incinerated my last shred of control and I resumed pounding Dreama’s ass with wild, hard thrusts, sending her into a final, gushing orgasm. She trembled and howled as her battered cunt baptized me in the fountain of her surrender. I eased my sheathed sword out of her and took pride in the glistening residue of m0ther and d@ughter. Dreama collapsed to her knees in front of the couch. She knelt breathless, face to face with her d@ughter. Those faces. There was only one more thing I wanted at that moment. “Get over here ladies. On the floor. Back where you started.” Trisha slid gracefully to the floor and joined her m0ther at my feet. “That’s it. Mama slut and d@ughter slut on their knees together, ready for their salty reward.”Without being told, Dreama and Trisha worked together to remove the slippery condom. Trisha took the lead, stroking me vigorously with a hungry look in her big blue eyes. She pumped a large dollop of pre-cum from the head and pointed it toward her m0ther. Dreama slowly extended her tongue, collected it, and licked her lips. Trisha reclaimed ownership and sucked my cock deep into her mouth. She seemed to be responding to the earlier challenge her m0ther had set. She kept her hand tight around the base and took it as far as she could and sucked it harder than ever. It was more than enough.My knees buckled and my body was racked with waves of tension and ecstasy. I reached down, grabbed her by the hair and hissed. “Trisha, you greedy little slut, you’re gonna make me cum in your mouth!”She released me, tilted her head back and looked up, holding my gaze. And kept stroking. “Fucking, give it to me Bart”, she gasped. “Cum all over my face!”As if I could have done otherwise. I let go with a growl and jerked, feeling the eruption roll up my spine and blast out of me. Dreama’s hand joined hers, m0ther and d@ughter working in harmony, pulling pearly ropes into the air. They landed in a marvelous array on Trisha’s lovely face, bridging gasping lips, sliding down her cheeks, and hanging from her chin.Then she pulled it into her mouth and sucked hard, still stroking. “That’s it. Good girl”, Dreama purred. “Suck it dry, down to the last drop. Drain those big, black balls.” God I love that woman. I love all of these women. They’re fucking magnificent What did I do to have such amazing women in my life?When she was satisfied that she’d received all I had to offer, she removed it, held her mouth open, and slowly pushed the collected cum out of her mouth. My cream cascaded thickly over her lips and clung to her chin like a gelatinous beard.“Holy Fuck, Trisha. That is the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen.”In response, Dreama leaned over, pulled Trisha’s face to hers and slowly dragged her tongue from Trisha’s chin to her cheekbones, collecting my offering from her d@ughter’s face. Once she had licked and sucked her face clean, she kissed her deeply. “I stand corrected. That is the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen! Holy shit, you two are fucking incredible.” The ladies all giggled and that was our cue to disengage.
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