Loading...Two middle age men walk down a rain-soaked street on a dark night, and a small neon sign directs them down an alleyway. JIGGLE HUT, it reads. A bright red door at the end of the alleyway is well worn and has a big ‘JH’ painted on it in yellow. Marcus, the taller of the two, pushes it open and they walk in.
Dark stale air glows with dim purple light, and bass heavy music throbs. A fat man on a stool that’s way too small for him looks them over.
“Cover’s ten,” he says gruffly.
“Ten each?” Marcus asks. The man looks at him like he asked how to get to the moon.
Marcus and his friend Bilbo, short for Bill Bowdin, each hand the man a ten dollar bill.
“First drink’s free,” the fat man says, cigar smoke chasing the words out of his mouth.
They each get a beer at the bar from a big-titted older woman wearing only a G-string, and they sit at a small round table against a wall, back in the shadows, away from the stage. A naked girl comes to the table, asking if they want a ‘private dance,’ and they decline. The music fades out.
“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!!” the invisible announcer says in a loud voice over the speakers. “ARE YOU READY FOR THE NEXT JIGGLE HUT GIRL? GIVE HER A WARM WELCOME — IT’S LUCY LOVE!”
A heavy metal song from the eighties kicks off with a drum thwack, two fog machines on either side of the stage belch out a cloud, and as it dissipates a shapely young girl comes into view. Marcus coughs and almost chokes on his sip of beer.
“Holy fuck!” he says quietly. “Bilbo man, that’s my next door neighbor!”
The two of them sit transfixed in the dark and watch as Lucy Love, known to Marcus as Ashley Winklehoff, gyrates to the throbbing music.
Ashley’s family had moved into Marcus’ neighborhood five years ago, when she was fourteen. Even at that point she was a looker, and often sunbathed on the deck of their above ground pool with her teenybopper friends. Marcus had a bad habit of watching them with binoculars through a barely open curtain. If they were laying just right he could catch glimpses down inside their bikini tops, and saw bare tits now and then when they were on their stomachs and re-adjusted themselves with their tops undone. Comparing their asses when they got out of the pool with wet bikini bottoms was another fascinating study that kept him busy for long stretches of time. The thing that broke him of his bad habit was Ashley’s mother Tammy, a gorgeous strawberry blonde in her late thirties. When she and a friend started sunbathing, Marcus decided it was safer to watch them rather than risk getting in trouble watching underage girls. Tammy and her friend were smokin’ hot, and the sight of them in bikinis was plenty of fantasy material for lonely old Marcus.
Marcus was good looking but painfully shy, and didn’t really date. The concept of ‘good sex’ was just a fantasy to him. He’d had sex, sure, but it was always very plain vanilla and over quickly. He watched porn and knew what to do, but the shy, mousy women he had been with always withdrew right when he wanted things to get interesting, so a quick missionary screw was about all he had experienced in his forty-five years. Porn on the computer, the occasional strip club, and binoculars on bikinis was the extent of his excitement. The main hobby he spent money on was going to concerts, which is what brought him to this rain-soaked city two-and-a-half hours from home with his friend Bilbo. They had been to a great concert in a small theater just around the corner from the Jiggle Hut, and decided to have a drink there before they drove home.
On the stage, Ashley is down to a G-string and a small black leather bra, and during a thunderous drum solo the bra comes off.
“Fuck!” Marcus says.
Her tits are stunning—quite big, and as perky as perky can be, with big nipples so hard you could hang a coat hanger on them. She pulls a tit up toward her face, licks a hard nipple with a long tongue, and the small crowd whoops. The G-string comes off, she gets down on her hands and knees, arches her back deep, and one of Marcus’ dreams becomes reality.
“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!!” the disembodied voice says over the still throbbing music as Ashley gets up and twirls around the pole. “YOU REGULARS KNOW WHAT’S COMING NEXT. A SPECIAL TREAT WE ONLY SEE ONCE IN A WHILE — LUCY LOVE’S MOMMA’S IN THE HOUSE!! THAT’S RIGHT FOLKS, IT’S MOTHER AND DAUGHTER NIGHT AT THE JIGGLE HUT!!”
Another cloud of stage fog dissipates as a crashing heavy metal tune starts, and Tammy Winklehoff appears through the mist.
“I think I’m gonna have a fuckin’ stroke!” Marcus says.
“Is that really…?” Bilbo asks.
“Yup,” Marcus says. He takes a big gulp of beer to try and cool the rising fever in his brain.
Tammy’s wearing leather hot pants and a leather vest. She’s carrying a riding crop and handcuffs, and she circles Ashley.
“UH OH!! I THINK SHE’S MAD AT HER DAUGHTER FOR DANCING NAKED IN FRONT OF ALL YOU GUYS!! WHAT DO YOU THINK, SHOULD SHE PUNISH HER?” the loud voice says.
The crowd whoops again.
Tammy fake slaps her naked daughter’s face and Ashley crumbles down onto the stage. Tammy takes both her hands and drags her to the pole, where she handcuffs her. Ashley writhes around on her back, unable to escape. She pulls her legs up against her chest, exposing her pink pussy, and Tammy whips her ass with the riding crop, hard enough to leave red marks. The small crowd goes wild. Two men are up out of their chairs holding their beers in the air and one of them yells, “Whip that slut!”
Ashley writhes back and forth on the floor, straining at her handcuffs around the pole, and she lowers her legs. Her mother takes the butt end of the riding crop and slides it between Ashley’s thighs, simulating penetration. The audience is looking on from the side of her, and it looks for all the world like she’s being fucked by the long black stick. Ashley fakes an orgasm, her mother withdraws the stick and licks it off with a long tongue just like her daughters, and the crowd goes wild.
Another heavy metal song starts with a searing guitar solo, and Tammy starts to strip.
“NO! MOMMA! DON’T DO IT!” Ashley yells, sitting up now, but still handcuffed to the pole.
“DO IT! TAKE IT OFF!” a man in the audience yells.
The leather hot pants come off leaving a G-string, and then, during another searing guitar solo, the vest is tossed aside. Tammy’s tits are magnificent — natural and soft, but firm and more youthful than her years, with a perfect ski jump shape. She pulls them up and licks each of them with her long tongue as she moves cat-like around the stage. She bends over, ass toward the audience, and slides the little G-string down her slim legs. When it’s down around her knees a hand appears through her thighs and her slender fingers slide between her pink pussy lips.
“NO MOMMA NO!!” Ashley yells again.
Tammy simulates an orgasm, her fingered pussy thrusting toward the audience, her back arched, her head thrown back. Her mouth opens and she screams.
The fog machines belch great quantities of smoke, mostly obscuring Tammy and Ashley, and the two of them walk through the fog to the front of the stage hand-in-hand with big smiles and take a bow.
“OH BABY!! IT DOESN’T GET ANY BETTER THAN THAT JIGGLE HUT!! LET’S HEAR IT FOR MOMMA LOVE AND LUCY LOVE!!”
They get a standing ovation and some whistles from the small gathering of men. “MOMMA LOOOOOVE!!” one of the rowdy ones yells. Bilbo looks at Marcus, who looks stunned.
“You all right man?” Bilbo laughs.
“No, I’ll never be all right again,” Marcus laughs. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this in my head? Tammy’s husband travels a lot—do you think he knows about this? He can’t know about this. He’s the conservative type—I can’t believe he knows about this.” Marcus shakes his head in disbelief.
“He doesn’t know about this,” Tammy says from behind, startling them.
“Tammy!” Marcus says, staring at her like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Hi Marcus,” she says softly, standing naked in the dim purple light. “Mind if I sit down?”
She drags a chair over from an empty table and sits down next to Marcus and crosses her legs. A faint scent of perspiration wafts off of her, mixed with a subtle fruity perfume.
“I’m glad it’s you,” she says.
“Me?” Marcus asks quizzically.
“It was kind of inevitable I’d get caught sooner or later I guess. I’m glad it was you and not some idiot guy. What are you guys doin’ here anyway?”
“This is my friend Bilbo. We were at a concert at the theater around the corner.”
“Hi Bilbo,” Tammy says, extending her hand to him with a smile.
“M’Lady,” he says, and he kisses her hand.
“God Bill, way to be a nerd!” Marcus says, laughing.
“A cute nerd,” Tammy says with a huge smile.
“So, I gotta say Tammy…what the fuck!” Marcus says, looking bewildered. “Do you, like, do this? I mean…how long?”
“I know, it’s crazy right? It’s kind of addicting. It started with amateur nights, always two or three hours away from home. You know Bob travels a lot, and I hate to say it but he doesn’t pay much attention to me anymore. A long marriage can do that to a couple. It’s a lousy excuse though, I know I shouldn’t be doing this. Are you gonna tell him?”
Tammy looks at Marcus with defeat written all over the face that was smiling so beautifully just moments ago.
“I don’t know how I can face him, but I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” Marcus says. “I like the guy, but you’re the one I’ve really gotten to know over the years. I like to think we’re friends Tammy, so, I’ll keep your secret.”
“You’re a sweet man Marcus,” Tammy says, and she leans over and hugs him. The skin of her back is warm under his hands, and the fruity perfume hits him like a drug.
Marcus notices Ashley working the crowd, completely nude. She and a smiling man have just emerged from a ‘private dance’ booth.
“I didn’t want her to do this you know,” Tammy says. “She blackmailed me—found out I was doing it and threatened to tell Bob. I figured if she was gonna do it I wanted to be with her, to keep an eye on her. There’s no sex or anything—guys aren’t allowed to touch. I’ve gotten to know the owner here over the years, and he let us work up a little act. I know it’s insane. Sometimes I feel like the worst mother in the world.”
“No, I don’t think so. It makes a strange kind of sense I guess,” Marcus says, and Tammy leans over and kisses him on the cheek.
“I’ve gotta go. I won’t forget you for this Marcus,” she says with a sweet smile.
Tammy gets up and bends down and kisses Bilbo on the cheek, her lovely tits swaying under her. Bilbo blushes.
“You boys drive careful tonight. I want you in one piece.”
Tammy winks at Marcus and walks away. The sight of her naked ass burns into Marcus’s brain.
“What the fuck dude,” Bilbo says. “Pretty intense huh?”
Marcus blows a lung full of air through puffed out lips, and sits with a slightly stunned look on his face.
“Let’s get out of here man, we’ve got a long drive,” he says. They get up to leave and a small feminine voice stops him.
“Hi Marcus,” Ashley says, rushing over before they reach the door.
“Ashley!” Marcus says.
“Mom told me you’re cool. I always knew you were. I can’t wait to see you back home. We’ll talk this over, okay?”
“Yeah… okay,” Marcus says, slightly stunned again as Ashley gets up on her tip-toes and kisses him on the cheek.
“See ya!” she says with a smile, and she moves away at a fast clip, her naked wiggling ass leaving the two men slack jawed and motionless.
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The luxury car carrying them seems to float down the highway through the darkness, and drizzly rain is swept aside every few seconds by the wipers. Bluegrass music wafts out of the high-end sound system, caressing the two men’s ears.
“So, Tammy want’s you in one piece, and Ashley can’t wait to see you back home,” Bilbo says from behind the wheel. “Things are looking up for old Marcus.”
“I think you’re dreamin’ man,” Marcus says.
“We’ll see,” Bilbo says, fingering the turn signal as he pulls out to pass a tractor-trailer.
Marcus closes his eyes and so many images of his naked neighbors flash through his mind he can’t focus on any of them. Then he remembers Tammy’s perfume and the feel of his hands on the warm flesh of her back, and an erection grows down the leg of his pants. He tries to concentrate on the music and the slap of the windshield wipers, but it’s hopeless.
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Late the next morning Marcus answers a knock at the kitchen door inside his garage. Only friends and neighbors use that one.
“Hi neighbor, can I borrow a cup of sugar?” Tammy says, with a wry smile.
“Sure, I guess, let me look,” Marcus says.
“No silly! That’s just what they say in the old movies,” Tammy says, giggling as she walks into his kitchen. “I’m not here to borrow, I’m here to give. I owe you big time mister.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” Marcus says. “Friends take care of each other, that’s all.”
“Yeah, but you went above and beyond the call of duty. Now it’s my turn,” she says.
Tammy squats in front of Marcus and flips open his belt buckle and quickly opens his jeans.
“Tammy I don’t think…”
Suddenly his cock is in Tammy’s mouth. It was mostly soft and rapidly hardens. It’s a first for Marcus, any kind of oral sex, and it feels even better than he’d imagined.
“You’ve got a nice cock Marcus,” Tammy says, looking at it glistening with saliva in her small hand. “Nicer than Bob’s.”
Marcus doesn’t last long. Too many firsts conspire in his brain and he’s a goner in no time. He tries to pull away but Tammy’s hands are on his ass and she holds her head tight against him as his cock spasms in her mouth. His knees go weak and Tammy slowly withdraws, showing him the sticky white liquid on her tongue before she swallows it.
“You taste good Marcus,” she says with the sexiest smile he’s ever seen. “I’m sorry I can’t let you fuck me, but I’m married and I’ve got to draw the line at that. We’ll be doing this a lot more though. Is that okay?”
“Is that okay?” Marcus laughs. “Jesus Tammy, if this was the one and only time I’d die a happy man.”
“You’re sweet. I do love giving head though, and Bob doesn’t seem to be into it much anymore, it’s like goin’ through the motions with him. So you’re the lucky guy I get to play with. Fun, huh?” Tammy says with a huge smile.
“That’s an understatement,” Marcus says.
Tammy sits down on a stool at the kitchen counter and Marcus pours two cups of coffee.
“So how often do you dance?” he asks.
“Oh, maybe once a month or so, no set schedule. It depends on when Bob’s traveling and how sexually frustrated I get. A lot of it’s been amateur night stuff. I’ve actually won quite a bit of money.”
“I can believe that. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a sexier woman on a stripper stage, and I’m not just saying that to be nice.”
“Oh, thanks Marcus! If I could reach you I’d give you a big kiss right now,” she says, and she purses her lips and kisses the air in his direction. “So what did you guys think of Ash…she does pretty good too, right?”
“Oh yeah… but… I mean… it’s a little awkward to talk about with you,” Marcus says.
“Yeah, I guess it’s weird huh? I get the feeling guys think she looks good though.”
“Oh man, are you kidding? She’s hot! Is it okay for me to say that?”
Tammy laughs. “You’re too nice for your own good, you know that Marcus? With a little more edge to your personality women would be falling all over you. In fact I can’t believe you’re single. My friends and Ash and her friends all think you’re hot.”
“Get outta here! You’re just saying that so I don’t rat on you to Bob,” Marcus laughs.
“It’s the God’s honest truth. Look in the mirror honey,” she says, looking very serious. “I know for a fact Ash has been spying on you ever since we moved here. I caught her with binoculars one night, and after she left the room I looked and could see you in your underwear watching TV. I looked longer than I should have,” she giggles.
“No shit?” Marcus says, wondering if he should tell her about his binocular use.
“She’ll probably be over here one of these days. She wants to thank you for not ratting on us too. I told her she didn’t need to, but she’s got a mind of her own and she’s always had the hots for you. She’s an adult, and I like you, so it’s cool,” Tammy says.
“Wow!” Marcus says quietly, wondering what’s happened to his boring old life. “You know, I should confess I guess… I’ve got binoculars too. You and your friend, up on the pool deck in the summertime…”
“Marcus!” she says as a beautiful smile lights up her face. She sits and smiles at him for a moment. “That deserves another blow-job. You’ll last longer this time.”
Tammy takes Marcus’s hand, leads him to a comfortable chair in the living room, slips off his pants, and fries his brain like a farm fresh egg.
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Late in the afternoon Marcus sits in the cool autumn air on his front porch. He looks up from his iPad as Ashley’s small car careens around the corner and rolls into her parking space in the driveway next door. She’s home from another day at the community college. She runs across his lawn and his mind flashes back to the fourteen-year-old girl she used to be until she gets close and her womanliness startles him.
“Hi Marcus!” she says as she stops running. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“How ya doin’ Ash?” Marcus asks.
“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes, okay? Don’t go anywhere.” She turns and runs to her house.
Marcus has no idea what’s going to happen, but something tells him he should be ready for anything, so he takes a quick shower and straightens up his bedroom a little. There’s a knock at the kitchen door.
“Hi Ash. What’s up? You know your mom and I straightened everything out. It’s all cool, there’s nothing to worry about,” Marcus says as the shapely young thing walks into his kitchen.
“Yeah, I know Marcus. You’re a prince. I always knew you were,” she says, and she gets on her tip-toes and kisses him on the cheek.
Her hair is damp from a shower and she’s wearing tight boy-shorts and a belly shirt that shows off her midriff. No bra, and her feet are bare.
“You got a beer or somethin’?” she asks. Marcus cracks open two cold ones and she walks to the living room. “I’ve never seen the rest of your house. Wanna give me a tour?”
Marcus shows her around, and when they get to the guest room on the second floor she walks to the window, opens the curtain just enough to peak through and puts her eye up to it.
“Nice view. Our pool looks good from here,” she says, turning to Marcus with a sly grin. “I’ve found a tripod really helps with the binoculars, although when there was five or six of us maybe it was better to be more flexible.”
“You knew?” Marcus asks with a surprised look as she walks over to him.
“Yup. We all wanted to get more naked for you, but we were all to chicken. Guess I’ve changed. I love being naked now. How ’bout you?” she asks, looking up at Marcus with big seductive eyes.
“I have a feeling I’m gonna learn to love it,” he says, and he lowers his head and kisses her.
The long tongue Marcus and Bilbo saw Ashley use to lick her own tit snakes into his mouth, and her hand gently caresses the growing bulge in his pants.
Ashley opens Marcus’s shirt, and runs her hands over his chest. She unfastens his jeans and pulls them and his underwear down in one pull, and he kicks them off.
“Oh, it’s much nicer in person,” she says, holding his already hard cock in her hand. “You’re not the only one with binoculars you know.”
Ashley lets the hard cock slip into her mouth, and Marcus can’t believe he’s been inside the mouths of two Winklehoff women in one day.
“See how fun it is being naked?” Ashley says.
Marcus sits on the guest room bed, on a dusty smelling bedspread his mother gave him. The bed hasn’t been used in years and the springs squeak as Ashley’s blow-job rocks him gently fore and aft. He reaches for her loose shirt and pulls it over her head, and her nearly dry hair cascades down onto her naked shoulders. He reaches down past her bobbing head and gets two handfuls of tit. Glorious, big, firm tits, and the big hard nipples he saw on stage last night fall naturally between his thumbs and forefingers and he plays with them. Ashley moans onto his cock and he’s in heaven. He can’t help comparing mother and daughter—visions of Momma Love while Lucy Love sucks him, and then he watches Lucy Love while remembering the heat of Momma Love’s mouth. He really should get out and buy a lottery ticket—there’s never been a luckier day in the history of the world. His world anyway.
“I love this cock. I knew I would,” Ashley says, breathless and wild eyed as she strokes its slippery length, giving her mouth a quick rest. “Guys my age would’ve popped by now.”
Marcus smiles and thinks about how Tammy had ‘prepped’ him for Ashley’s assault. Ashley dives in for more, gagging as she strives for deep-throat success that eludes her.
“I’ll get there one of these days,” she says, breathing hard and getting an ‘A’ for effort. “You’ll let me practice on you?”
“Any guy that says no to that is an idiot,” Marcus says, and he pulls Ashley to her feet.
She slips off her boy-shorts and Lucy Love is re-born right there in the dusty guest room, naked and full of life. This time she’s not an ‘I can’t believe it’ mirage on a foggy stage. This time she tackles Marcus back onto the creaky bed and impales herself on his hard cock, letting it sink into her velvety depths with a feminine groan that echoes in Marcus’s head.
“What the fuck!” she says quietly, surprised by how good he feels inside her.
Her hands are planted either side of Marcus’s shoulders, and her tits swing pendulously fore and aft as she works her hips up and down, fucking him like he’s literally never been fucked before. Everywhere he puts his hands is perfection—her slim waist, her womanly hips, her sweet ass, those magnificent tits. She lowers her body slightly and her hard nipples rub in a slightly circular motion on Marcus’s hairy chest, and the sensation takes her higher.
“Oh fuck!” she cries, and Marcus is glad the window is closed. “Oh! God!” she cries as her hips pump faster and faster, nearing a blur. The bed is creaking wildly and the friction on Marcus’s cock is reaching the spontaneous combustion phase. He can’t hold back any longer, and neither can she.
“I’m cummin’ baby!” he cries, and Ashley, her hips still flying, looks at him and her eyes roll back like a zombie. Her movements become disjointed, like a marionette puppet gone berserk, and Marcus finishes her off with some instinctive powerful upthrusts of his red hot poker, feeding the fast burning fire within her until it smolders out and she collapses on his sweaty body, both of them gasping for breath.
“Fuck!” she says when she can finally make her mouth form words. “You know you’re gonna have to do that to me all the time, right?”
“I think you did it to me, but yeah, all the time,” Marcus says breathlessly.
Ashley’s barely able to, but she lifts her head and kisses Marcus, and then flops it down on his chest again.
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Morning dawns, and the best day of Marcus’s life is past. He’s back at work, walking the production line, solving problems. The lights in the plant seem brighter, and the girls assembling the parts seem prettier. He goes home and Bilbo stops by for a beer. They sit on the front porch.
“Was I right?” Bilbo asks. “Are things looking up for old Marcus?”
“You were right,” Marcus says. “Best day of my life yesterday, and old Marcus doesn’t exist anymore.”
Marcus takes a piece of paper out of his pocket and shows it to Bilbo.
“What’s that?” Bilbo asks.
“Phone number of a girl at work,” Marcus says proudly. “Didn’t even ask her for it. Just said hi and started talking to her.”
“Whoa!” Bilbo says with big eyes. He takes it from Marcus’s hand and looks at it like it’s the holy grail. He really is a first class nerd.
“Hi boys!” Tammy says as she walks across the lawn. Bilbo is stunned and silent as Momma Love approaches, her bra-less tits jiggling under a faded old Aerosmith T-shirt. Tight jeans hug her sweetness and her bare feet crunch through autumn leaves.
“What’s up Bilbo?” she asks with a smile.
“Not much. What’s up with you?” he says nervously.
“Marcus, I could use another cup of sugar. Two actually. I’ve got a real sweet tooth today,” she says with a smile and a wink. Marcus smiles, knowing his old friend Bilbo is about to loose his mind.
Marcus and Tammy go through the front door, and Marcus yells back to his friend.
“Bill! Come on in buddy.”
Bilbo walks in. Tammy is inches away from him, and puts her hand on his crotch, massaging it gently.
“You need a reward Billy, for not telling on me. I really appreciate it,” she says.
She lowers herself ever-so-slowly into a squat and undoes Bilbo’s belt. She smiles up at him as she unfastens his slightly nerdy pants and pulls them down from his even more nerdy tucked-in plaid shirt. His cock is uncircumcised and fat, and Momma Love seems to like it. Bilbo’s stunned to the point of paralysis, and hasn’t moved a muscle since Tammy first touched him.
“Relax honey,” she says, taking the beer bottle from his hand and setting it on the floor. “Open your shirt for me.”
Bilbo looks at Marcus, who smiles and nods, and starts unbuttoning his shirt, barely able to breath. His ghostly white flesh and middle-aged ‘spare tire’ come into view, and Tammy acts like he’s the best looking man she’s ever seen.
“Nice,” she smiles.
His cock has grown hard in her hand. It’s short but very fat, almost as big around as a beer can. Her hand pushes back on it, revealing the big tip from under the foreskin, and the fat hunk of flesh slips into Momma Love’s open mouth. Her lips are stretched like a rubber band to accommodate Bilbo’s girth, and she loves the feeling of her mouth being stuffed full of heat. Bilbo’s eyes close and dopamine floods his brain. Thinking, in its normal sense, won’t be happening for a little while.
Bilbo, like Marcus, has had very little sexual experience. He lost his virginity early, at a summer camp when he was sixteen with a homely girl with thick glasses, but it was quick and basic and neither one seemed happy about it. In the thirty years since then he’d been with only two other women, one a cheap hooker, and nobody seemed very happy on those occasions either. Like Marcus, he got his pleasure alone, in the flickering light of a computer screen, and in bed by himself after a night at a strip club. Also like Marcus, Tammy’s is the first mouth he’s been in.
“Oh Billy, this is a nice fat one!” Tammy says, stroking the glistening chunk of meat. “I bet the girls love fuckin’ this thing. I told Marcus I can’t let you guys fuck me, ’cause I’m married. I wish I could though, I’d love to feel this in me.” She stretches her lips around it again, engulfs the whole thing deep in her mouth, rubs her nose back and forth against Bilbo’s belly, and pulls off again gasping for air.
“You guys can lick me though, right? I want you to make me cum,” she says, and she swallows the fat cock again.
The thought of making Momma Love cum triggers Bilbo’s non-thinking brain, and he groans and gushes hot semen into Tammy’s mouth. She puts her hands on his quivering ass and pulls him tight, her mouth so full of cock there’s no room for his seed. She gags and is forced to pull off, trying to swallow properly, and then takes him in again to suck him dry.
Bilbo is swaying, eyes half open and trying to focus. Tammy looks up at him, pleased with herself at staggering another man with her skill.
“I hope you guys don’t think I’m greedy, when I’m supposed to be giving the rewards, but I’m dying to cum. Can we go upstairs Marcus?” she says with fire in her eyes, her hormones most definitely switched ‘on’.
In the guest room, which has unexpectedly become the sex room, Tammy sits on Marcus’s mother’s bedspread and pulls off her Aerosmith shirt, revealing her extraordinary jiggling tits. Bilbo, standing in the doorway, nearly goes into cardiac arrest.
“It’ll be more fun if you boys strip too,” she says as she lifts her ass and slips off her jeans and panties. Momma Love, the sexiest woman either of them has ever seen, sits naked in all her glory. “Don’t forget, no fucking, but you can do anything else to me you want,” she says, with a little curled up smile and a look on her face that nearly makes the boys cum in their pants.
Marcus strips quickly, with a feeling of experience and confidence that he certainly didn’t have two days ago. Bilbo is slower to disrobe, still not quite comprehending that this is actually happening.
Marcus walks to Tammy, his hard cock swinging gently side-to-side. Tammy’s ass slides off the edge of the bed and she’s on her knees. Marcus’s meat slips into her mouth and she moans.
“God I love hard cocks!” she says. “Hold the back of my head baby. Fuck my mouth.”
Marcus holds her and pumps his long rod into her sexy face. Tammy’s soft hands are on the back of his thighs and he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven.
Bilbo is naked and feeling very nervous. He has no clue what to do with a woman like Tammy, except what he’s seen on porn videos, and he can’t even remember any of that ‘knowledge’ at the moment. He feels ugly and fat, and he’s always thought his cock was ugly. When Tammy said ‘I bet the girls love fuckin’ this thing’ earlier his confidence soared, but standing naked in Marcus’s guest room it crashes and burns again. Tammy glances at him while her face is being fucked, and senses not only his discomfort, but his inexperience as well. She pulls away from Marcus’s cock and catches her breath.
“I’ve always had a fantasy where I tell two strong men what to do to pleasure me. You guys game?” she asks, thinking it will give Bilbo some guidance and ease the fear she sees in his eyes. She gets up onto the bed and lays back.
“Billy honey, kiss me here,” she says, running her hands over her inner thighs, “and Marcus, lay with me and kiss my tits baby.”
The boys eagerly comply. The feeling Marcus gets when he gets the most beautiful tit in the world in his mouth is just as powerful as getting his cock sucked. He doesn’t know why that should be, but it is. Bilbo—kissing and tasting a woman’s private region for the first time—is a mess of conflicting feelings. His inexperience still has him worried, but those thoughts are being drowned out by physical sensations—the softness of Tammy’s flesh, the heat radiating off her, the sight of her moist, brownish-pink pussy lips just inches from his face, and the scent, oh my, the scent of her. A musky, otherworldly yet earthy scent that he didn’t know existed.
“Lick my pussy baby,” she says to him. “Oh yeah, that’s it! Fuck Billy, that feels good…”
Bilbo’s senses are in overload. Worried that he wouldn’t like it when he dove in, he’s loving the taste of her. It’s a new taste, and he understands the scent of her better now. It’s making sense. Tammy’s pussy is wet and slippery, and the fluid coats his tongue. He feels around for her opening, and pushes his long tongue in as deep as it can go.
“Fuck Billy!” Tammy gasps, and Bilbo pulls away and looks at her. “No baby, don’t stop, get that tongue back inside me. Yeah, that’s the stuff… Oh FUUUUCCKK that’s good!” Tammy trembles a little but doesn’t quite go over the top.
“Keep that magic tongue in there baby,” she says.
She takes one of Marcus’s hands and places it on her belly, with his longest finger on her clit, right by Bilbo’s mouth. She guides it to show him what she wants. “You feel that little bump there honey? Yeah, not to hard.” He learns quickly and she pulls his mouth back down onto her heaving tit. She places his other hand on her other tit, and she’s ready for launch.
“Nipples baby, nipples!” she says, barely able to speak. The boys handle their assigned chores wonderfully and Tammy’s body soon starts to quake.
“OH GOD!!” she cries, and the biggest orgasm of her life rocks her to her very core. She tries hard to hold her position, so the boys don’t loose contact, and they continue their methodical assault. Muscles all over her body are firing uncontrollably, even her face is contorting in mysterious ways. The pleasure wave is searingly intense, and she finally has to end it, screaming and rolling violently onto her side, taking Bilbo’s head with her between clenched thighs. He has to pull out or she’ll twist his neck off, and Tammy pulls her legs up into the fetal position, her body still twitching violently.
“Fuuuuck!” she exclaims in a quiet whisper, almost crying like a baby.
Bilbo looks at Marcus and they exchange silent ‘wow!’ looks as Tammy’s body slowly quiets down.
“I’ve never cum that hard in all my life,” Tammy says quietly, still in the fetal position. “You guys should go in the business. That was fuckin’ ridiculous!” She rolls onto her back, smiles, and exhales through pursed lips, “Fffhoooo…”
Tammy’s body glistens with sweat, which does the impossible—she looks even sexier.
“You haven’t cum yet, have you babe?” she says to Marcus. “I liked that face fucking—let’s try that again. Billy baby, lay down here.”
She arranges Bilbo on his back so she can sixty-nine him and have her head at the side of the bed where Marcus is standing. Bilbo can’t quite believe what he’s seeing above his head—a sweet, perfect ass and a pussy spread wide open in all its glory, glistening like a flower in the morning dew.
“Put a pillow under your head baby, get comfortable,” she says to Bilbo. “I love this position—we might be here a while. And don’t be afraid to lick my asshole if you want, I love that too.”
Tammy has Marcus’s hard cock in her hand, and takes Bilbo’s fat one in her mouth and he groans loud. His mouth explores the impossibly soft flesh around her pussy, and he tries to find the spot where she directed Marcus’s finger.
“Oh shit! You go right for the bulls-eye don’t ya,” she says as the slight roughness of his tongue slides across her clit. “Fuckin A!”
“You know what to do baby,” she says looking up at Marcus, and she pulls him into her mouth.
Tammy strokes Bilbo’s fatty while Marcus slowly thrusts into her hot mouth. The boys both groan and Tammy is swept away. She hasn’t had sex this wonderful since before she was married, and she looses herself in the moment. She’s near another orgasm from Bilbo’s tongue, and floats on the feeling, holding it at a steady altitude while Marcus climbs to meet her. When they find themselves on the same cloud he splatters warmth into her throat and she fires her rockets, gagging and swallowing while her brain explodes, burning up on re-entry together. Bilbo can’t take the intensity of their orgasms, and shoots off in Tammy’s hand, spraying her neck and chin with his spunk as she sucks Marcus dry. All three of them think the same thought simultaneously—God bless the Jiggle Hut.