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You're Not My Daddy | Bran_Hopewell | 3

 

Two days later I was at the video shop and I saw Donna there, wearing a pair of tight jeans and shirt; both of which showed off her ample assets.

"Hey you," she said with a smile. Her nipples stiffened immediately.

"Hey yourself," I said with a smile. I nodded to the stack of movies in her hands and noted that most of them were scary. "Another movie night?"

"Yup, James is going to some friends' place for God-only-knows-what and Kindal and Sherri are staying at my place for the night."

"Oh?" I asked my curiosity peaking and my dick stiffening at the thought of her sexy brunette daughter and their redheaded friend getting another shot at watching Donna blowing me. Especially the thought of something more coming of that.

"Yeah, they're taking a trip in the morning and they need an early start," Donna said. "They'll be sacked out by 9."

"That's a lot of movies to watch by yourself then," I said with a smile.

"Scary movies at that. I might need a big strong man to protect me," she said with a dirty grin.

We checked out and drove to her place, not bothering with food. We could barely keep our hands off each other while I drove, and she pulled my dick out to suck it while I was driving at one point, but I stopped her; I love road head, but I didn't feel like dying that night. We hit the couch as the sun was going down and Donna dropped the movies, taking my dick down her throat again, purring as the head pushed deep into her gullet.

"God, I could just suck this thing all fucking night," she moaned after it popped free, shining with her saliva in the low light of the room. She practically dove back on it, fucking me with her mouth and slurping loudly in the silence. I moaned lowly and probably louder than I should have and I opened my eyes to see Kindal standing in the hallway watching us again. I moaned again, my hands going to Donna's head and pushing gently while she did the work; but it was more for her daughter's benefit than mine. Donna moaned deeply, the vibrations going straight to my spine and making my toes curl. She pulled off with another wet plop, strings of saliva joining her lips to my meat for a split second before they grew too thin and broke.

"You should be quiet, the girls will hear," she said and inhaled my prick again. I was about to say something to Donna when I saw Sherri walk across the living room entrance and stop dead in her tracks, her eyes must have caught Donna's bobbing and noisy slurping on my cock as she walked past. She stood next to Kindal and put her finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet. I felt my tongue part my parched lips and my body shivered as Donna worked my dick down her throat and started humming louder.

Kindal wasted little time in stripping, her eyes still locked on her mother inhaling my pole, listening to the sounds of her purring and slobbering on the intruding cock. I saw immediately what I wanted to confirm just an hour ago; the lithe little brunette had the body of a cheerleader, no tanlines and one of the smoothest pussies I'd ever seen. I felt my dick throb in Donna's mouth as her daughter posed for me behind her back. She slid her fingers across her pussy and brought them into the light so I could see her juices glisten on them.

Sherri wasted little time in stripping down, too, but stayed out of sight of Kindal. The redheaded beauty had an hour-glass figure and the tone of a dancer. It took everything I had not to blast my building load down Donna's throat when she started showing off her body, especially her coppery curls in a neatly trimmed wide stripe above her pale pink lips. One of her hands started stroking the silken folds I was feasting my eyes on, her other softly caressed the hip of Kindal. Sherri spun her slowly and the two girls met first at the nipples, then at the lips, kissing in silence as their tits rubbed together. Soon their hands softly caressed and explored each other's bodies for my benefit, Sherri's eyes still locked on mine as she pressed sexily against the daughter of the woman sucking my dick. Their fingers found each other's tender pussies and the eyes turned from impish and sparkling to devilish and smoldering. Kendal spread her thighs apart and I had a perfect view of Sherri's middle fingers slipping silently in and out of Kendal's slit, glistening in the low light of the room.

That was all it took for me to blow in Donna's throat. Her bobbing never stopped and it felt like she was trying to suck my brain out my dick. When the electric fog filled my brain and I started twitching during my cum, I was almost sure she had. It felt like I passed out and my breath was in ragged gasps as I kept spurting onto her laughing, quivering tongue. I looked down and her eyes were sparkling as she savored my taste, smiling around my cock. My head went back and everything went dark, my thundering pulse throwing red flashes across the blackness of my closed eyelids.

When I could open them again, the girls were gone and Donna was licking my meat like a little girl with an ice cream cone.

"Holy fuck, baby," I said, my hand stroking her long dark hair while she licked. "That was incredible..." I said with a heavy sigh.

"Just wait until you get the rest of it," she said and stood up. She wiggled sexily out of her jeans showing off her delicious, smooth pussy. My arm extended to feel those glistening pink lips and she playfully slapped my hand away. "Uh uh uh..." she said wiggling her finger at me. "I only fuck my husband," she said with a wink. She pulled her jeans up but didn't button the fly back up and threw one of the DVDs in; one of the scary zombie flicks she picked up. Kindal's head poked around the corner and she winked at me, blowing me a kiss with her juice-coated fingers. My dick stirred back to life and I felt my tongue licking my lips.

"Enjoying the view?" Donna asked, her smiling face poking around her ass as she was bent in half. I adjusted my eyes down to the twin cheeks clad in skin-tight denim and noticed I could see her pussy mound and a streak of wetness through the material. She chuckled and stood up, my eyes quickly shot to the hall where Kindal just was. It was empty, but her smoking hot mother sat against me as the previews started. Her hand found my stiffening prick and mine found her luscious tits, fondling them through her shirt and bra.

Even though her chest was fucking perfect, I still found my mind drifting to the girls in Kindal's room. My cock started throbbing harder between the thought of the two girls and a tongue rodeo upstairs and the sexy vixen next to me. Part of me hoped she'd fall asleep quick so I could go watch the other show.

 

Zombies and Tities or teenage pussy?


          Wear Donna out first

 
 
 

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