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The booth was thick with heat and wine, their giggles now low and breathy, shoulders pressed together as though sharing one enormous secret.

Beth’s hand tugged at the towel again, slower this time, her grin sly. “Ohhh, I think we deserve another look,” she teased. Before Gary could protest, she pulled it down, uncovering him completely. This time she held it back long enough for all three of them to drink in the sight.

Their gasps overlapped in the dim glow of the corner booth.

Cathy’s hand flew to her chest as her eyes widened. “It’s… so big!” she whispered, her voice trembling between shock and thrill. She giggled, shaking her head. “Sinfully big!”

Beth’s mouth dropped open before curving into a grin. “Exponentially big!” she said, then collapsed into laughter at her own joke, her wine-slick voice bubbling with delight.

Sally leaned in closer, her eyes narrowed wickedly, her tone low and sultry. “Scandalously big,” she declared, her smile curling with hunger.

The three women leaned down nearer to his manhood, openly staring now, their inhibitions fully gone. The contrast between Gary’s blushing, baby-smooth face and the sheer size below only made them more delirious.

Cathy pressed her lips together, then giggled so hard she nearly spilled her wine. “A cute baby face, with a giant tool like that… the maximum in sinfulness… but soooo delicious!”

Sally, emboldened, reached down and tugged the towel lower just enough to tease him again, her eyes flicking up to his face. “That cute little face… with a punisher this huge…” Her voice dipped into a whisper, husky with wine and thrill. “So taboo… but soooo hot.”

Beth rested her chin on her palm, eyes glittering, giggling along. “It’s like heaven and hell sitting side by side… and I want both.”

The towel hovered halfway, then slipped back into place, but the image lingered thick in their minds.

The women leaned back against the booth, fanning themselves with their hands, their laughter loud enough to mask the pounding of Gary’s heart.

The towel had slipped away completely now, pooling on the floor and forgotten.

On the small side table beside their glasses, Gary’s green thong rested defiantly, a strip of fabric transformed into something more.

To the women it was no longer just part of his costume, but a banner — a symbol of rebellion against their routines, a guilty pleasure made tangible, a reminder that for one wild night, the first of many to come, they were free from husbands, from expectations, from decades of boredom.

The three of them leaned in close, their wedding rings catching the low club lights as their hands moved with daring boldness. Their laughter was quieter now, hushed but breathless, as though the booth itself had become their own secret stage.

Sally shifted on the padded bench, laughter bubbling as she swung one shapely bronzed leg across Gary’s lap. Her calf rested against his abdomen, taut and gleaming in the neon wash. Gary’s hand held it there, stroking, almost as if displaying it for the others.

Then he shifted, teasing her calf, rubbing it with his large cock, making her squeal and cover her mouth. The motion left a faint sheen across her skin, glistening under the lights.

Beth noticed first, her eyes widening before she broke into tipsy giggles. “Oh, my God, Sally—look at your leg!”

Cathy leaned in, nearly dropping her glass as she gasped. “It’s shining,” she whispered, her voice trembling with both shock and delight. “Your calf… it’s glistening. That’s his pre-cum !”

The three of them dissolved into laughter, giddy and scandalized, but unable to look away. Sally swiped her finger across the pre-cum, holding it up with a wicked smile. She gave the smallest, most daring taste, her eyes closing as she laughed. “Mmm… sweet and salty. And I want more.”

Beth’s gaze flicked to the thong on the table, her grin widening. She tapped it with her fingertip. “And to think… all of this started with that little thing.”

Cathy giggled, nodding toward it. “That thong is our flag now — our proof. No going back after this.”

Beth leaned closer, whispering, “Then we want some too.”

Their laughter filled the booth again — wild, reckless, and free. Every so often, their eyes darted back to the thong on the table, as if it were watching, as if it stood for the secret they were now bound to keep.

Gary finally leaned in, lowering his voice so only the three of them could hear. “One at a time,” he reminded with a grin, his pulse still racing. Then he extended his hand to Sally.

The birthday girl’s eyes lit up. With a squeal of laughter, she set down her glass and let him take her wrist. “Well, then,” she said, sliding off the bench, “teacher’s ready for her private lesson.”

But before he could lead her away, Sally darted her free hand to the side table and snatched up the green thong. She held it high for the other two to see, her smile wicked. “Can’t forget this little souvenir,” she teased.

Beth and Cathy clutched each other, dissolving into laughter again, nearly spilling their drinks.

Sally winked over her shoulder, already being tugged toward the backstage hall. “We’ll be back soon, girls… or maybe not that soon.” She giggled, waving the thong like a banner of rebellion as the other two howled with laughter.

Gary shook his head with a grin, tugging her past the curtains toward the dim backstage area. Behind them, Beth and Cathy leaned close together, giggling uncontrollably, their eyes still fixed on the thong now clenched in Sally’s hand.

As Gary tugged Sally past the curtain, her giggles echoing faintly down the hall, Beth and Cathy collapsed against each other on the padded bench. Their laughter was breathless, almost delirious, the wine and the wickedness mixing in their veins like fire.

Beth covered her face with her hands, peeking through her fingers before whispering, “I can’t believe this is happening! This is like some wild fantasy come true!”

Cathy nodded furiously, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glittering in the low light. She clutched Beth’s arm, leaning in close. “And Gary is soooo cute… that baby face is just adorable,” she breathed, then lowered her voice to a gasp. “And his… oh my God, it’s the biggest I’ve ever seen.” She giggled, shaking her head in disbelief. “He puts my husband to shame!”

The two women dissolved into helpless laughter again, covering their mouths like conspirators, but their eyes flicked constantly toward the curtain where Sally had vanished. Every giggle carried a thread of anticipation, every glance was loaded with curiosity and hunger.

Beth drained the last of her wine and set the glass down with a decisive thud. “Her turn for the moment… but ours is coming.” She leaned in, whispering with a wicked grin, “And I want more than just peek-a-boo under a towel.”

Cathy giggled, nodding eagerly, her voice a sultry whisper. “Me too. After tonight… I’ll never be satisfied with less.”

They clinked their empty glasses together, laughter spilling once more into the booth as the neon lights flickered above, the green thong’s absence on the table a glaring reminder of the secret adventure unfolding behind the curtain.

Gary guided Sally through the dim backstage hall, the thump of bass from the club growing muffled as the curtain fell behind them. The laughter of her friends faded too, leaving only the sound of her heels clicking against the worn floor and her occasional giggle, high and breathless, as he tugged her along by the wrist.

At the end of the narrow corridor, Gary pushed open a plain door and led her inside. The room was small, no more than twelve feet by twelve feet, but tidy and discreet. A twin-size bed stood against one wall, made up with a new mattress and fresh white sheets that carried the faint scent of detergent. In the corner, a small table held a vase of fresh flowers — a surprising touch of softness against the otherwise bare space.

Sally paused just inside the door, her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. She still clutched the green thong in her hand, twisting it between her fingers like a prize ribbon. “Oh my God…” she whispered, glancing around. “I can’t believe this is real. I feel like I’m stepping right into some forbidden daydream.”

Gary closed the door behind them, the latch clicking softly. For a moment they just stood there, the neon glow from the hall spilling faintly through the crack in the frame, painting the sheets in pale color.

Sally turned toward him, her sweet motherly smile curling wickedly as she lifted the thong to her lips and kissed it, then let it fall onto the table beside the flowers. “So,” she said, her voice husky, “what happens now, Gary?”

Gary let the door click shut, his shadow stretching across the bed in the small room. He turned toward her, his grin sharp, voice low enough to vibrate in the space between them.

“What happens now? Whatever you want to happen, Birthday Girl.”

The words sent a rush through Sally. She tipped her head back, eyes locked on his. At barely 5’2”, she had to rise onto her toes, her arms winding around the back of his neck to pull him down to her. Their mouths met hungrily, her laughter caught between gasps and eager kisses.

The contrast was intoxicating — her petite frame pressed against his 6’1” body, her hands clutching at him with a kind of abandon she hadn’t allowed herself in years. His arms closed around her, strong and unyielding, drawing her up against him until she could feel nothing but him, until the rest of the world dissolved outside those four walls.

Her mini skirt shifted higher as he pulled her closer, fabric sliding against his hands, the kiss deepening until she melted into it completely.

Sally broke for breath only long enough to whisper, her lips brushing his, “No more waiting… this needs to happen tonight.”

Gary’s words still rang in her ears — Whatever you want to happen, Birthday Girl — when she rose onto her toes and pulled him down to her. Their mouths met with a hunger that surprised even her, laughter and gasps tangled in the kiss.

Sally clung to him, her hands locked at the back of his neck, and felt the sheer size of him pressing back — 6’1” of raw, youthful strength dwarfing her 5’2” frame. The thrill of it sent shivers down her spine. My God, she thought, I’m really doing this. After all these years… I’m actually letting go.

His hands slid lower, gripping firmly, the fabric of her mini skirt sliding upward with every motion. She felt cool air against her thighs, the hem riding scandalously high until it was no longer shielding her at all. His palm found the curve of her ample ass, caressing, squeezing, claiming her in a way that made her knees weak.

Her thoughts whirled, half-shocked, half-dizzy with glee. This is madness. This is reckless. This is everything I’ve dreamed of in secret but never dared. Sixty years old, a teacher, a wife, a woman who followed all the rules… and here I am, pressed against a bed with my former student, letting him touch me where no one else has in years.

She kissed him harder, almost desperately, laughter breaking through between breaths. I’ve waited my whole life to feel this alive.

Sally’s lips clung to his, hungry and unrelenting, her body pressed tight against him. Her mind reeled at the absurdity, the wildness, the sheer recklessness of it all. Sixty years old, a lifetime of discipline, and here I am with him… and I don’t care. I don’t care at all.

Gary’s hand caressed her curvy ass, firm and deliberate, his grip pulling her closer as her skirt rode up higher. The feel of his touch there — on the curves she had long thought of as simply “respectable” — made her gasp into his mouth. A fresh surge of laughter bubbled up, breathless and scandalized, as though even she couldn’t believe her own boldness.

She broke the kiss for only a heartbeat, eyes wide and gleaming as she looked up at him. Her voice came in a ragged whisper, fierce with need and trembling with release.

“Oh, Gary… I want you,” she said, clutching at his neck as though to anchor herself. “I want you so badly I can’t stand it. I’ve let go… all of it. My inhibitions, my rules, my past. They’re gone. Tonight I just want you.”

The confession left her breathless, trembling, but freer than she had felt in decades. Her hungry smile curved again as she pulled him back down, sealing her words with another ravenous kiss

Gary froze for just a moment, staring down at her as her words sank in. I want you so badly I can’t stand it. The raw honesty in her voice, the way she clung to him with trembling urgency, hit him harder than the wine or the neon glow of the club ever could.

His chest rose and fell as he looked at her — at the woman who had once stood at the front of a first-grade classroom, now letting go of decades of restraint right here in his arms. He felt a rush of power, yes, but also something else: a responsibility to give her exactly what she craved.

“Sally…” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “you don’t know how much I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

Without waiting for more, he guided her backward toward the bed. She went willingly, eyes glittering, lips parted as laughter and hunger mixed in her expression. He turned her gently, positioning her with steady hands. The crisp sheets rustled as she leaned forward, bracing herself, her petite frame framed against the fresh linens.

Her mini skirt rode higher with the motion, the hem sliding scandalously around her waist. Beneath, the faintest flash of orange fabric stood out against her bronzed skin, small and girlish, a shocking contrast that made his pulse hammer.

Gary stood behind her for a long moment, simply taking in the sight. The birthday girl, my first-grade teacher Miss Sally, he thought, almost in disbelief.

Completely mine tonight.

The fresh sheets rustled under her palms as she steadied herself, her breath quick and shallow. Sally glanced down at her own hands, the same hands that had held chalk, graded papers, written birthday cards for her grandchildren — now gripping a bed in a strip club’s private room, her skirt bunched high around her waist.

Her cheeks burned, but not from shame. From exhilaration. From the rush of knowing she had crossed a line she could never uncross — and not caring.

My God, she thought, what have I done? What am I doing?

The questions only made her laugh, the sound breaking from her throat in a giddy, breathless giggle. I’m sixty years old. A teacher, a mother, a wife… and here I am, letting myself go like a teenager sneaking off behind the gym. And it feels… She shivered as his hand brushed her hip, her skirt sliding higher. …it feels incredible.

She dared a glance back over her shoulder. Gary towered behind her, his frame blocking out the small lamp’s glow, his eyes locked on her with something that made her heart pound harder.

Sally’s smile curved into something wicked — something she hadn’t worn in decades. “Look at me,” she whispered, almost in disbelief. “I can’t believe how far I’ve let myself go… and I don’t want to stop.”

From Gary’s perspective, the moment was surreal. The woman bent forward before him was no longer just “Miss Sally,” the first-grade teacher he remembered from a lifetime ago. She wasn’t the composed, respectable figure he’d seen in town over the years.

She was Sally — the birthday girl, laughing, trembling, her skirt hiked scandalously high as she braced herself on the bed…eager for his thick length.

He could see the tension in her shoulders, the quiver of excitement in her legs, the way her breath came fast and uneven. She had yielded to him completely, and the sight of it made his chest tighten with something between pride and disbelief.

She wants this, he thought, almost dizzy with the realization. She’s mine tonight — not as a teacher, not as someone older, but as a woman finally letting go.

He stepped closer, closing the last inch of space between them until his frame enveloped hers. She gasped softly at the contact, the nearness of him unmistakable, her laugh catching in her throat. The faintest shiver ran through her as she pressed back into him, as if testing his resolve, as if to say she was ready for whatever came next.

Gary lowered his head, his lips close to her ear. “You feel that?” he murmured, his voice husky. “That’s what happens when you let go.”

Her answering giggle was half-wild, half-thrilled, her hands clenching the sheets as though she couldn’t believe how far she’d come — and how much further she wanted to go.

Sally’s breath caught in her throat the moment she felt him close — his presence behind her, his body enveloping hers, the sheer heat of him pressing into her. A shiver raced down her spine, and for a second she squeezed her eyes shut, half in disbelief, half in surrender.

This is really happening, she thought, her lips parting as a soft gasp slipped free. I’ve crossed the line, I’ve thrown everything away for this moment… and I don’t care. I don’t care at all.

Her hands clenched tighter in the sheets, knuckles white, as her body moved almost on its own. She shifted back into him, tentative at first, then bolder, pressing herself against his strength with a small, hungry laugh.

The fabric of her skirt was already bunched around her waist, leaving her scandalously exposed. She felt the tug of it, the cool air against her skin, the wicked thrill of knowing she was showing him what no one else had seen in years.

Inside, her thoughts tumbled like sparks: So wrong. So reckless. So delicious.

She tilted her head, whispering over her shoulder, her voice trembling but sultry. “Give it to me Gary… I really want it.”

From Gary’s point of view, the sight of her yielding so eagerly was almost overwhelming. This was Sally — the woman who once stood at the front of a classroom, ruler in hand, the voice of order and discipline. Now she was on her hands, skirt bunched high, laughing breathlessly as she pressed herself back into him with abandon.

A rush of heat shot through him at the contrast. She’s not timid. Not hesitant. She’s hungry. The realization lit something primal inside him.

He steadied his hands on her hips, leaning close enough that his breath fanned over her ear. “That’s it…” his voice came low, rough with intensity. “Push back against me. Don’t be shy about it.”

She gave a small gasp at his words, then a shaky laugh, and pushed herself more firmly back against him, testing him, almost daring him.

Gary’s grip tightened, his chest swelling with a mix of triumph and disbelief. She wants this. All of her. Her husband forgotten, no more rules. Just desire.

The sound of her breath quickening, the way her body pressed into him even harder at his urging — it was proof enough.

Sally’s whole body shivered at his words, the tone of command sinking straight through her. Push back… don’t be shy about it. No one had ever spoken to her like that — not her husband, not any man she’d known. And yet instead of bristling, she felt herself light up, her pulse racing, her lips curling into a breathless smile.

He’s telling me what to do. And I love it.

Her hands tightened in the sheets as she obeyed, pressing herself back more firmly, her laughter spilling out between ragged breaths. She had never felt so brazen, so shameless, so alive.

Then his voice came again, low and commanding, closer to her ear. “Harder, Sally. Push back harder… faster.”

The words alone were enough to unravel her. A thrill shot through her, hotter than the wine, more intoxicating than anything she’d ever tasted. She gave a small, gasping laugh as she did exactly what he told her, surprising even herself with how much she wanted to obey.

Her thoughts raced, tumbling one over the other: I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe how good it feels to be told, to follow, to give in completely. More than 30 years of being a proper wife… and tonight I’m finally free.

The sound of his voice echoed in her mind — low, insistent, commanding. Harder… faster. Each word struck like a spark, stripping away another layer of her restraint. Sally felt as though she were shedding years, decades, with every movement, every breathless laugh.

I’m not the teacher anymore. I’m not the wife, the dutiful woman. I’m his. Right now, I’m his.

Her skirt was already bunched high, the air cool against her thighs. The last barrier of fabric clung to her, her small panties, a reminder of the world outside this room — propriety, modesty, rules. She felt his hand tug at her panties, or perhaps it was her own trembling fingers that slipped the fabric down — she would never be certain.

All she knew was the sudden shock of freedom, the heady rush of realizing there was nothing left between them now.

Her heart pounded. It’s gone. I’ve given it up. All of it.

She laughed again, wild and breathless, her thoughts tumbling over themselves. This is madness… this is sin… this is everything I’ve ever wanted.

And with that, she pushed back once more, not timidly, not carefully, but with the shameless eagerness of a woman who had finally surrendered to her own desire.

From Gary’s perspective, the shift was dizzying. One moment she was still the birthday girl with a wicked smile, skirt bunched high; the next, the last scrap of fabric was gone, left behind like the towel and thong before it. He wasn’t sure if she had slipped them away herself or if he had taken them without thinking — all he knew was that nothing separated them now.

Sally’s whole body seemed to melt and harden at once. She braced herself on the sheets, laughter trembling in her throat, and then pushed back against him with a boldness that took his breath away.

Gary’s pulse roared in his ears as the final line blurred and disappeared. The sudden closeness, the raw heat of her yielding, made him gasp as much as she did. The sound that tore from her lips — half-gasp, half-laugh, half-moan — seared itself into him, proof that she had given herself completely.

He gripped her hips, pulling her back against him more, stunned and exhilarated, thinking only: She’s mine. She wanted this, and now… she’s really mine.

Gary’s grip tightened on her hips, steadying her as though to anchor both of them. The moment of hesitation vanished, replaced by a strong, deliberate rhythm that made the mattress shift beneath them.

Sally gasped at the first deep pull of it, the sound breaking into a helpless whimper that surprised even her. Each movement drove her forward and backward in a steady rhythm, her breath coming in ragged bursts, laughter spilling out only to collapse into soft whimpers.

He’s leading me… he’s taking me… oh God, he’s really taking me.

Her fingers clawed at the linen, bunching the fresh sheets into her fists. The steady pace left her with no control, no chance to think, only the raw thrill of being guided, commanded, claimed. And the more he pressed into her, the more she yielded, her body pushing back to match his rhythm.

Her thoughts blurred into fragments: This is crazy… this is freedom… this is what I’ve craved for years… I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Another whimper slipped from her lips, this one deeper, more desperate, filling the little room with its heat. Gary’s thick length continued pushing into her rhythmically, insistent and seemingly endless. “This boy is so much bigger than my husband.” she thought to herself, smiling wickedly.

Each steady push left Sally trembling, her soft whimpers spilling into the small room. At first she tried to muffle them against the sheets, but soon she couldn’t — the sounds escaped freely, broken gasps and breathless cries that made her feel both wicked and alive.

Her body matched his rhythm almost instinctively now, pressing back, yielding harder, faster, as though each movement stripped away another layer of restraint. So strong… so steady… he’s not my student anymore, he’s a man, and he’s leading me… oh God, he’s taking me.

The thought alone sent another whimper from her lips. She turned her head, cheek brushing against her shoulder, and looked back at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were mischievious, her smile breathless and daring all at once.

“Gary,” she gasped, voice ragged, “don’t hold back. Give me all of it.”

Her words trembled with both command and plea, as though the thrill of finally letting go wasn’t enough — she wanted the full force of him, nothing restrained, nothing polite.

Her fingers dug deeper into the sheets, her body quivering as she gave herself to the rhythm completely, desperate for more.

Sally felt the shift the instant he responded to her command. The rhythm deepened, each motion carrying more force, more certainty, as though he had been holding back until she begged him not to. The sudden intensity sent a cry tumbling from her lips, half-whimper, half-laugh, her body shuddering with the sheer rush of it.

Her thoughts spun wildly, each push unraveling her composure. He’s giving it to me… really giving it to me. This is what I asked for. This is what I needed.

Between her gasps she managed to choke out the words, her voice breathless and raw. “Gary… ohhhh Gary… are you… are you giving me all of it?”

She dared another glance back over her shoulder, her face flushed, hair clinging to her temples, eyes wide with disbelief and hunger.

His grin was wicked, his voice low and unyielding. “Only a little more than half.”

The words hit her like lightning. Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open in a trembling laugh. “Ohhhhhh God,” she cried, clutching the sheets tighter, her body quivering. “Only half… but… it feels enormous!”

The admission left her dizzy, her whimpers tumbling freely now, the little room echoing with the sound of her surrender

Sally’s cry still hung in the air, her words tumbling out between gasps: Only half… but it feels enormous! The realization left her dizzy, trembling, her laughter broken and breathless, as though she were balanced on the edge of something too big, too much to believe.

And then the rhythm changed. Gary’s hands steadied her hips before easing her forward, his strength guiding her, not roughly but with certainty. She blinked in surprise, breath catching as he shifted her gently, urging her onto her back.

The cool sheets pressed against her shoulders, the contrast sharp against her flushed skin. She looked up, wide-eyed, as his frame leaned over hers, tall and solid, blocking out everything but him.

Her skirt still clung high around her waist, but she hardly noticed. What stole her breath now was the way he hovered above her — powerful, yes, but also tender, his gaze locked on hers with something almost reverent.

Her gaze shifted down to his swollen length, looking bigger than ever. She gasped and thought to herself “Oh God, it’s too big…but I want it!”

Then he bent down, capturing her lips again. The kiss was different this time: not rushed or hungry, but lingering, deliberate, almost loving.

Sally’s fingers slid up to the back of his neck, clutching him close as her heart thundered in her chest. I can’t believe this… not only is he everything I craved, but he’s holding me, cherishing me. After all these years… someone is kissing me like I matter.

She sighed into his mouth, her earlier laughter melting into something softer, deeper — desire twined with wonder.The kiss deepened, slow at first, but soon Sally felt the fire returning. Gary’s weight pressed her down into the sheets, his strength surrounding her completely. She moaned softly against his mouth, her body arching up to him as though she couldn’t get close enough.

Then his hand slid upward, leaving her waist to find her throat. His palm cupped her there, gentle but firm, his thumb brushing just below her jaw. The pressure wasn’t harsh — it was steady, commanding, reminding her of his power over her in this moment.

Sally’s eyes fluttered open, meeting his. A gasp slipped from her lips, half-shock, half-delight, as her pulse quickened beneath his touch. A shiver raced through her body, not from fear but from the raw thrill of surrender. He’s holding me. Controlling me. And I’ve never felt so alive.

Her voice trembled, caught between laughter and whimpering. “Ohhh… Gary… that… that’s so exciting.”

Gary’s lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “Then don’t stop me. Don’t hold anything back.”

Her response was instinctive — her legs tightened around him, her back arched, her breath ragged with need. In that moment, Sally realized she didn’t want gentle boundaries, didn’t want to play safe. She wanted the urgency, the daring, the recklessness that came with giving herself fully to him.

From Gary’s perspective, the look on her face was everything — her wide, dazzled eyes, her parted lips trembling with a mix of laughter and gasps. She wasn’t hesitant. She wasn’t holding back. She was giving him everything, and begging for more with every breath.

His hand at her throat tightened slightly, steady and sure, and he felt her pulse fluttering wildly beneath his fingers. The sight of her yielding to that touch made his chest burn with raw intensity. She loves this, he thought. She loves being taken out of her own control.

He leaned close, his voice rough but deliberate. “Tell me, Sally… do you like being a bad girl?”

Her breath hitched, but her answer was instant, her voice trembling with a mixture of glee and surrender. “With you, sweety… yes!”

A grin curved across his face, sharp and hungry. His grip firmed a little more, not cruel, but certain, a signal that she belonged to the moment — to him. Her gasp in response only pushed him further.

Gary matched that response with rising urgency, moving harder, faster, feeling her body’s eager surrender beneath him. Every sound she made, every shiver of excitement, was proof she wanted exactly this.

She begged me not to hold back… so I won’t.

Sally’s head swam, the world spinning in heat and color. Gary’s hand at her throat, firm and steady, made her feel smaller, wilder, freer than she had in decades. Each breath was half-whimper, half-laugh, tumbling out of her as her body arched to meet him.

I’m a bad girl, she thought, the words tasting forbidden and delicious all at once. A sixty-year-old bad girl. And I’ve never loved myself more than I do right now.

His eyes bored into hers, that wicked grin still tugging at his lips, and she felt her pulse hammering under his grip. The rhythm built around her, sweeping her up until she was gasping, trembling, unable to hold anything back.

Her voice cracked as she found the words, the plea bursting out between ragged breaths. “Gary… oh God, Gary… give me all of it.”

The last of her inhibitions broke with the cry. She wasn’t a teacher, a wife, or a dutiful woman anymore. She was his — laughing, whimpering, desperate — begging for everything he had, every last bit of him.

Gary froze for half a breath at her plea, then answered with a surge of raw intensity. The sound that broke from Sally’s lips was so loud, so unrestrained, that he instinctively clamped his hand gently over her mouth, muffling her squeal.

Her wide eyes locked on his, startled but thrilled, and she nodded frantically against his hand — urging him on even as he slowed the pace, his control deliberate, commanding.

That shift — the power in his hand, the teasing pull of his restraint — was all it took. Sally’s body went rigid, then trembled violently, a shudder running through her from head to toe. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she gasped for breath beneath his palm.

It was the first true release she’d felt in more than thirty years, and it left her undone. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her chest heaving, her voice breaking as Gary eased his hand away.

“Thank you, sweety…” she whispered hoarsely, tears still glistening. “Thank you so much. You are… amazing.”

She laughed shakily, the sound ragged but joyous, and tilted her head back with a look that was both daring and tender. “And if you want…” she murmured, her voice soft but certain, “you can let loose… inside me, baby.”

Her words hung between them, heavy and thrilling, the final boundary falling away as completely as her inhibitions had

For a moment Gary could only stare down at her, his breath caught in his chest. Her words — soft, trembling, but so certain — echoed in his head: “And if you want… you can let loose inside me, baby.”

He had expected her laughter, her daring, even her surrender. But not this. Not the complete abandonment of barriers, the invitation that left nothing between them.

A shiver ran through him, part disbelief, part raw exhilaration. “Sally…” he whispered, his voice husky, “you don’t know what you’re asking.”

Her eyes met his, wet with tears but burning with certainty. She nodded, her lips curling into a faint, daring smile. “Yes, I do. And I want it. And remember baby…I’m 60… so no worries about babies. Fill me up.” she giggled.

The last of his restraint cracked. With a groan he gave in, answering her plea, letting himself go at last. The force of it swept through him, shaking him as he held her throat in his right hand… tighter than before.

Beneath him, Sally felt like she was being choked and whimpered helplessly, clutching at his shoulders, her body trembling with the weight of it all.

She felt as if his hot cum shooting inside of her would never end. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks as his hand gripped her throat and she choked for air, the sound wild and scandalous.

When it was over, she lay breathless, her hands tangled at the back of his neck, pulling him down to her. “Thank you, sweety…” she whispered again, her voice breaking. “Ohhhh God…that..was perfect.”

She kissed his cheek, tenderly and motherly, still smiling through her tears. “I meant it, Gary. That was everything I dreamed of… and more.”

For a long moment, the room was silent except for their breathing — ragged, uneven, slowly finding its rhythm again. Gary leaned over her, his forehead resting against hers, their skin damp, their bodies trembling with the weight of what had just happened.

Sally smiled through her tears, her hands still curled around the back of his neck. She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, then another to his lips, gentler now, lingering. “Gary…” she whispered, her voice hoarse but warm, “you gave me back something I thought I’d lost forever. I’ll never forget this.”

He brushed a strand of hair from her damp forehead, his thumb stroking tenderly across her temple. “Happy birthday, Sally,” he murmured, and the words made her laugh, shaky and joyous.

They stayed entwined for another minute, savoring the stillness, before Gary finally pulled back, steadying her with careful hands. He helped her sit up, smoothing her skirt down over her thighs, his touch protective now instead of urgent. Sally slipped her feet back into her shoes, still giggling under her breath, her cheeks flushed with both exhaustion and delight.

She spotted the green thong where she had tossed it onto the small table near the flowers. With a mischievous grin, she scooped it up, tucking it into her purse like a secret treasure. “Proof,” she said with a wink, “that this wasn’t just a dream.”

Gary shook his head, chuckling softly, and offered her his arm. Together they opened the door, the thrum of music rushing back in from the hall. Sally squeezed his arm, still glowing, her eyes sparkling like she had been reborn.

“Ready to face your friends again?” he teased.

Sally laughed, the sound freer than it had been in decades. “Oh, Gary,” she whispered, “I think they’re the ones who should be ready for me.”

And with that, they made their way back toward the booth, where Beth and Cathy were waiting — eager, breathless, and burning with curiosity.

The curtain parted, and Sally emerged with Gary at her side, her cheeks still flushed, her hair a little mussed, her eyes sparkling like firecrackers. She looked younger than she had when she left, as though she had shed years in that small room.

Beth and Cathy shot up straight in the booth, wide-eyed. Then both of them broke into laughter and leaned across the table, each smacking Sally’s palm in a celebratory high five.

“Ohhh my God!” Beth squealed, her voice bubbling over with tipsy delight. “You actually did it!”

Cathy grabbed Sally’s wrist, tugging her down onto the padded bench beside them. “Well? Spill it! How was it? Did it hurt? Was it…?” She dissolved into giggles before she could finish, her imagination already running wild.

Sally only laughed harder, covering her face with both hands before peeking out between her fingers. “Ladies…” she said breathlessly, still giggling, “that was… unbelievable.” She shook her head, her voice trembling with awe. “Not painful, not for a second — but Lord help me, I don’t know how I’m still standing.”

Beth let out a mock gasp, slapping her hand on the table. “Ohhhh God, you’re glowing! Look at her face, Cathy — she’s practically shining!”

The three of them collapsed into laughter, shoulders bumping together like conspirators. Cathy fanned herself with her hand, grinning so wide her cheeks ached. “Well, then, birthday girl — I hope you don’t mind, because it’s our turn next.”

Beth chimed in quickly, leaning over Gary with a wicked grin. “And I call dibs. I’m next. No arguments.”

Their laughter rose again, wild and shameless, drawing a few curious glances from nearby tables. But none of the women cared — not with the night stretching ahead of them, and Gary sitting right there, their secret promise glittering between them like the green thong hidden in Sally’s purse

Gary sank back down between them on the padded bench, his body still radiating heat, his large cock still swollen and heavy as though nothing could cool him.

If anything, the brief escape with Sally had only stoked the fire. The thought of his sheer size was impossible for the women to ignore.

Sally plopped down on his other side, glowing, her smile mischievous. With a little flourish, she pulled the green thong from her purse and tossed it onto the table. It tumbled once, then landed draped over the rim of an empty wine glass, looking like the most scandalous little flag of victory.

Beth and Cathy shrieked with laughter at the sight, their tipsy giggles filling the booth. “Oh my god!” Beth squealed, clapping her hands. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen!”

“Symbolic,” Sally said, her voice husky, her grin wicked. “A banner of defiance.” She winked and leaned back, satisfied.

The women’s wedding rings glinted under the club’s colored lights as their hands grew bolder, slipping across Gary’s thighs, brushing against him as though by accident, then not bothering to pretend anymore. Cathy bit her lip and reached under the table with a deliberate stroke, giggling when she felt just how much of him was still there.

“He’s still hard,” she whispered, her eyes flashing as she turned to Beth. “After all that… look at him!”

Beth leaned forward, staring shamelessly at the thick length that Gary made no effort to hide, exposed proudly now as if daring them to keep looking. Her mouth fell open, and she whispered in awe, “God, he’s huge. Like—sinfully huge.” Her hand, ring gleaming, traced along his inner thigh before resting boldly on him.

Gary exhaled, a slow grin spreading across his face as the two women explored, emboldened by wine, the glimmering rings on their fingers catching every flicker of club light like badges of guilt.

Sally sat on the sidelines, letting her 2 girlfriends have their turn with Gary…and hoping that she may have more fun with him later in the evening.

“You’re spoiling us now, Gary,” Cathy teased, her voice breathy as she continued to stroke, “and we’re not even behind the curtain yet.”

The laughter bubbled again between them, shameless and wild, their hands now openly daring, their eyes glittering as they circled him like he was the forbidden treat they’d been waiting years to taste.

Gary leaned back into the padded bench, his big frame taut with strain as the women’s eager hands moved in rhythm. Their wedding rings flashed like guilty jewels under the shifting club lights, every stroke deliberate, wicked, faster.

Cathy leaned in close, kissing along his jaw before whispering in his ear, “That cute little baby face… and this huge monster…” Her hand tightened around him, stroking harder as she giggled breathlessly. “What a sinful combo. But soooo hot.”

Beth chimed in, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek, her other hand pumping him mercilessly. “The hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispered, almost reverently, before kissing him again, softer, more adoring.

Gary clenched his teeth, his chest rising and falling, his head tipping back against the booth. He gritted out a groan that turned into a laugh. “You little sluts are too much! Ohhhh… God!”

That only made them giggle louder, each one taking turns kissing him, their hands a blur now, working him at a punishing pace that sent shockwaves through his body. Cathy nipped his ear as she pumped him harder, while Beth pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth, her strokes slick and fast.

The air around their booth had become its own secret storm — laughter, whispers, breathless kisses, the scandalous sound of their playful giggling and the sight of their wedding rings gleaming as they slid up and down his swollen length.

The small table before them, thong draped like a flag of rebellion, stood as their witness.

Gary’s whole body tensed, his grip on the bench fierce as the women teased him right to the brink, their banter shameless, their delight in his struggle obviou

Gary groaned low in his throat, every nerve in his body begging to let go, but he clenched down on it, jaw tight, forcing control. His hands wrapped around their wrists, slowing their strokes just enough.

“Not yet,” he growled, flashing them a wicked grin as his chest heaved. “You don’t get that satisfaction… not here. Not yet.”

Both women squealed in frustration, giggling, kissing his cheeks and neck as if to break his resolve. Their hands twitched in his grip, eager to keep the frantic pace, but he only smirked and shook his head.

Then, with the wine still burning in her veins, Cathy blurted it out, almost laughing as she did:
“And does your mom know you do this to earn extra money?”

Beth gasped, eyes wide — then both women broke into tipsy laughter at the audacity of the question.

Gary only leaned back against the padded bench, smug and unbothered, a sly smirk curling his lips. “Yes, she knows…” he said evenly, letting the suspense hang in the air before finishing, “She’s been here several times and seen me… or to see me, might be the better way to say it.”

The women gasped in unison, their mouths falling open, giggles bubbling out uncontrollably at the scandal of it. Cathy smacked his chest with her ringed hand in disbelief, while Beth covered her mouth and leaned in close, whispering, “Nooo… you’re kidding. That’s… that’s so hot!”

Gary only chuckled, his eyes glinting, clearly savoring their shock

Beth’s hand flew to her mouth, her wedding ring glinting under the club lights as her eyes went wide. “Ohhh my God… Gary… you’re serious?!” she half-whispered, half-gasped, her cheeks flushed with wine and disbelief.

Cathy leaned in closer, eyes darting around as though anyone might overhear — though the thumping bass and laughter around them drowned everything out. “That is… wild,” she whispered, her voice trembling between shock and thrill. “Your own mom… here? Sitting right where we are?”

Gary just smirked, leaning casually back against the padded booth, letting their imaginations run wild. “Mmm,” he hummed, tilting his head. “She doesn’t just sit… she watches.”

Both women gasped again — Beth’s fingers digging into his thigh under the table while Cathy clutched his bicep like she might fall over.

“That’s insane!” Beth laughed, shaking her head, her hand now gripping his thick length mercilessly. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

Cathy, emboldened by the wine, whispered hotly, “And she really enjoys it, doesn’t she? Watching her baby boy…” She trailed off, biting her lip, almost scandalized by her own words.

Gary’s smirk deepened, his voice dropping lower, teasing them with every syllable. “You’re both smart women. You tell me.”

They both looked at each other, giggling, red-faced, their whispers quick and breathless now.
Beth: “This is like… some wild forbidden fantasy.”
Cathy: “No kidding — and he’s sitting here with that monster, just… out there… while his mom knows all about it!”

Their eyes darted back to his large cock, shamelessly staring, their giggles edged with heat. Cathy’s hand slid higher again, gripping his hard cock, her hand right above Beth’s. “God… no wonder she keeps coming back.”

Gary chuckled low, closing his hand over theirs to hold them there, his eyes glinting wickedly as he leaned in. “You have no idea how naughty my Mom can be.”

Beth leaned in so close her lips brushed Gary’s ear, her strokes faster now, wedding ring flashing under the lights. “You can’t just say that… and not tell us everything.” Her giggle turned wicked, half-daring, half-pleading.

On his other side, Cathy’s fingers were bold and insistent, working him with quick, hungry squeezes under the table. She whispered hotly into his shoulder, “Yeah… what does she do, Gary? Your mom doesn’t just… sit and watch, does she?” Her tone was playful, teasing — but her wide eyes betrayed how badly she wanted the answer.

Gary smirked, keeping his composure even as both women’s strokes pushed him to the edge. He tilted his head toward Beth, murmuring with a sly calmness, “She doesn’t just sit, no…”

Beth gasped and giggled, squeezing him harder. “Ohhh my God — I knew it! Tell us!”

Cathy gave a breathless laugh, almost bouncing in her seat, whispering, “Yeah… come on, Gary. Don’t hold out on us. What does Anna do… when she’s here? When she sees you… like this…so big and hard?”

Their touches grew more fevered with each daring whisper, as if the forbidden subject itself fueled their pace. Gary clenched his jaw, teeth gritted against their punishing rhythm. He let out a low growl of pleasure, then leaned closer, his breath hot against their ears.

“You two really want to know?” His tone was taunting, testing, every inch the tease.

Beth and Cathy exchanged a quick, wide-eyed glance — then nodded eagerly in unison, still stroking, still pressing kisses to his cheek, his neck.

Beth gasped again, her voice low but urgent. “God yes — tell us, Gary. Tell us everything.”

Cathy echoed, her lips brushing his jawline. “We can handle it. We want to hear it.”

Sally giggled “Inquiring minds want to know.”

Gary chuckled darkly, enjoying their desperation almost as much as their hands. “Careful what you wish for, ladies… you might not believe what she does when she’s here.”

Gary let the silence stretch just long enough to make Beth and Cathy squirm, their strokes speeding up unconsciously, their breath quickening against his skin. Then he tilted his head back down, catching both their gazes with a wicked glint.

“You want to know what my mom does when she’s here?” His voice was low, steady, teasing. “Exactly what you’re doing right now.”

Beth froze for a beat, her mouth parting in shock, but her hand didn’t stop. In fact, she gave him a firmer squeeze. “N-no way…” she whispered, eyes wide.

Cathy let out a breathless laugh, disbelieving but clearly turned on, her strokes quickening even more. “Ohhh my God… you mean… she sits right where we are, Gary? And you…with your big cock hard… touching you… just like this?”

Gary smirked, his chest heaving as he leaned closer, his words almost a growl. “Every bit of it. Her hands on me, bold as hell. Sometimes… bolder than you two.”

Beth gave a squeaky little laugh, half nervous, half aroused, and pressed her lips to his cheek. “That’s so sexy… that’s… filthy…but so hot!”

“Really, really hot,” Cathy added, her voice low and trembling as her wedding band caught the light with every stroke. “Your own mom… doing this to you… while people are out there drinking and dancing…”

Gary clenched his jaw, throwing his head back as their combined pace punished him mercilessly. “Yeah… she doesn’t just watch. She makes sure I know exactly what she wants. Just like you’re making sure right now.”

Beth gasped again, eyes darting down to where their hands worked furiously under the table. “Ohhh God… I can’t believe this is real. I can’t believe your mom’s really done this…”

Cathy leaned in, whispering hot and urgent against his ear. “Tell us, Gary… when she’s here… does she make you finish for her?”

Gary’s smirk widened, a shudder running through him as he fought the edge. “Every. Damn. Time.”

Beth let out a sharp, breathy laugh, her hand flying even faster over him, wedding ring glinting as she pumped him mercilessly. “Ohhh my God, Gary… every time? You mean… she takes it from you? Right here?” Her eyes were wide, shining with both shock and a feverish arousal.

Cathy gasped, her lips brushing his ear as she urged him on, “Tell us… tell us what she does when you finally let go. Does she beg for it? Does she want it all over her? Or… does she take it in her mouth?” Her other hand pressed to his thigh, trembling with the intensity of her own need to know.

Gary groaned, his head snapping back against the padded bench, teeth clenched as the women pushed him mercilessly toward the edge. He forced himself to hold steady, grinning through the strain. “You really want to know?”

“Yes!” Beth almost squealed, her strokes punishingly fast now, her body shaking with excitement. “God, yes, tell us everything!”

Cathy’s voice broke into a husky giggle, her lips brushing against his cheek. “Does she swallow it, Gary? Your own mother? Does she make you feed her every drop?” smiling wickedly.

Gary’s smirk twisted darker, his chest heaving as he looked from one desperate face to the other. “Sometimes she swallows… sometimes she doesn’t. Depends on her mood. But she always… always makes sure I give her more than she can handle.”

Beth let out a gasp so loud she clapped her free hand over her mouth, but her strokes never faltered. “Ohhh wow… that’s… so naughty!”

Cathy laughed breathlessly, shaking her head, still working him hard with her wedding band glinting. “Mmmmmm more than naughty… it’s perfect. God, Gary, it’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard… and the hottest!”

Gary growled, shuddering under their combined pace. “And you’re both making me relive every second of it right now.”

Gary’s breath came ragged as their hands worked him mercilessly, wedding rings flashing under the low lights. He leaned forward between them, his voice low, deep, the words spilling like gasoline onto their fire.

“You want details?” he growled, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “Alright. One night… Mom came in with two of her girlfriends. They’d had wine, they were already giggly. They sat right where you are now. And when I came over, towel and all… they didn’t waste a second.”

Beth froze mid-stroke, then doubled down, gasping. “Ohhh my God… all three of them?”

Gary nodded slowly, savoring their wide-eyed disbelief. “All three. Mom leaned in first, whispering how much bigger my cock is than my Dad’s and winked at me. Her friends laughed… but not for long. Because the moment I let it out…” He thrust upward against their insistent hands, making them squeal. “…they all squealed, just like you did.”

Cathy’s mouth formed into a small O and then she whispered, “What happened then? Tell us, Gary… please.”

He chuckled darkly, biting back a moan as their pace became punishing. “They took turns. One stroking, one kissing… Mom sitting right in the middle, telling them exactly how to do it. Like a coach. She had me on the edge for what felt like forever.”

Beth’s jaw dropped, her ring flashing as she pumped faster, her voice breaking into a shocked whisper. “And when you finished… ohhh Jesus… where did you…”

Gary cut her off with a wicked grin. “On Mom. All over her face. She wanted it. Begged for it. Her friends just stared…shocked… then leaned in and helped her lick it up.”

Cathy let out a cry, half-laugh, half-moan, slapping her free hand against the table. “Ohhh my Goddd, Gary… you’re killing me! That’s too hot!”

Beth collapsed against his shoulder, laughing breathlessly, still stroking him with feverish desperation. “That’s… that’s the dirtiest, hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life!”

Gary’s smirk deepened as he tilted his head back, groaning. “And right now, you two are making me relive every dripping second.”

Beth and Cathy’s hands worked with reckless abandon now, slick and glinting under the lights, their strokes almost dueling in speed and pressure. Gary clenched his jaw, his body jerking, every muscle tensed as he fought to hold the edge.

Beth, her lips brushing his cheek, whispered breathlessly, “Gary… ohhh God, did you ever… did you ever take Anna… into one of those back rooms?”

The question seemed to ignite Cathy, who leaned in from the other side, kissing his jawline as her hand flew even faster. “Tell us, Gary,” she hissed, eyes wild. “Did you bend her over one of those little beds? Did she let you—”

Gary groaned, throwing his head back, every nerve alight under their ringed touches. “You two are insatiable,” he growled, his breath ragged. “But yes… she’s been back there with me. More than once.”

Beth gasped, shivering, her wedding ring catching the light as she squeezed him tighter. “Ohhhh my God! Gary! … your own mom… in one of those rooms… with you…”

Cathy’s giggle came high-pitched, delirious. “That’s so dirty, Gary… so filthy…but so hot. What did she do in there? What did you make her do?” Her lips grazed his ear as she whispered the demand, stroking him harder still.

Gary’s eyes flicked between them, blazing, his smirk dangerous. “Careful, ladies… you really want to know? Because once I tell you, there’s no going back.”

Beth’s answer came in a desperate rush, her lips pressed to his neck. “Yes! Tell us everything! Ohhh God, I need to hear it!”

Cathy, almost shaking with excitement, giggled again. “Mmm, and while you tell us… we’re not letting you off the hook this time, Gary. You will give us that finish…”

Sally chimed in “Yes Gary…tell us..what did you make your mom do ? did she pretend to resist, to not seem like a naughty girl ?” giggling.

Gary leaned back against the padded bench, his chest heaving, eyes burning as their ringed hands pumped him mercilessly. Their eager lips brushed along his jaw, cheeks, even his neck, but their words were the real fire.

Beth gasped, breathless: “Gary… what happened? What did you do with Anna… in that little room?”

He smirked, pushing his hips upwards into their strokes, making them squeal with delight. “You really want to know?”

“Yes!” Cathy hissed, kissing his ear, her hand jerking him even faster. “Tell us! Every detail—right now!”

Gary let out a growl, the memory flashing through him hot and vivid. “Fine… she was in a short skirt that night. I bent her over the bed, hiked it up around her waist, pulled her panties to the side—”

Both women gasped audibly, their hands faltering for just a moment before tightening again, stroking him harder.

“And then?” Beth begged, voice trembling.

“And then I thrust into her from behind,” Gary continued, his voice low and rough, “while she braced herself on the mattress with both hands. She kept moaning, ‘Ohhhh God…it’s so big Gary, give it to me… harder’… so I gave her all of it. Every last inch. Over and over.”

“Ohhhh my God,” Beth squealed, her hand squeezing so tight Gary nearly lost it right there. “That’s… that’s so wild!”

Cathy’s face flushed crimson, her breath coming in ragged bursts as she pumped him furiously. “That’s so wrong… but it’s so… hot…burning hot!”

Gary gritted his teeth, muscles trembling as their stroking reached a frenzy. “You two little sluts wanted the truth. Now you’ve got it.”

The women nearly lost their minds, kissing him feverishly as their hands worked faster, giggles and gasps tumbling out between them.

Beth whined against his cheek, “God, you’re too much, Gary… ohhh your cock is so big…and thick, all of us girls become little sluts here with you…even your own Mom! I can’t blame her!”

Gary leaned back against the padded bench, his chest heaving, eyes burning as their ringed hands pumped him mercilessly. Their eager lips brushed along his jaw, cheeks, even his neck, but their words were the real fire.

The booth could no longer contain it. Gary’s entire body seized, his abs tightening as their wedding-ringed hands worked him into madness. With a sudden growl, he shoved their hands off and surged to his feet.

“Down,” he barked, voice rough and commanding, his towering frame looming over them. “All three of you—on your knees. Now.”

The women gasped in unison, but their faces lit with wild excitement. Sally scrambled off the padded bench first, tugging Beth and Cathy by the wrists until they were kneeling side by side in front of him, giggling and breathless.

Gary stepped forward, his massive cock looming just inches from their flushed, eager faces. “Close,” he ordered, his tone brooking no delay. They obeyed instantly, pressing their cheeks together, eyes wide with a mixture of shock, awe, and pure hunger.

Beth’s lips parted in disbelief. “Ohhh God, it’s so huge up close…”

Cathy giggled nervously, her wedding ring glinting under the club lights as she gripped Sally’s hand tightly. “This is insane… we’re really doing this…”

Sally looked up at him with a wicked smile, whispering, “Yes, we are. Give it to us, Gary. Don’t hold back sweety.”

The green thong still lay sprawled across the wine glass on the little side table, a mocking flag of defiance, a symbol of how far the night had already gone—and how much further it was about to go.

Gary clenched his jaw, his hands clutching Sally’s and Beth’s hair…roughly… as he looked down at the three women, mature, all still attractive…these 3 breathless wives on their knees before him, their faces so close he could feel their warm breathing on his swollen cock.

His voice dropped to a growl: “Stay right there. Every one of you. You’re about to see what happens when you push me too far.”

Gary released his grip on Sally’s hair, but kept it on Beth’s… now his right hand tightened around the base of his thick shaft as he loomed over them, his chest heaving. “You want to play dirty?” he growled, eyes glittering with wicked intent. “Then take this.”

He swung his hips, guiding his heavy length across their faces in sharp, deliberate smacks. Slap—slap—slap. The sound cracked in rhythm, each impact leaving flushed streaks across soft cheeks, across lips parted in gasps and giggles.

Sally squealed, eyes squeezed shut as he smacked her cheek again, then laughed breathlessly. “Ohhh God, Gary…!”

Beth moaned low in her throat, letting her tongue flick out mid-slap, catching a taste of his pre-cum.

Cathy, eyes wild, whispered between strikes, “This is… so filthy… so perfect…”

For a full minute he worked them, his shaft sliding across their foreheads, noses, lips, leaving them trembling and breathless, wedding rings gleaming as they clutched at each other’s arms to steady themselves.

Then Gary’s voice tore out in a guttural growl. “You begged for it—now take it!”

He gripped himself hard, aimed down at their upturned, smiling, eager waiting faces, and exploded.

His hot release poured over them in powerful surges, splattering across cheeks, noses, open mouths, streaking through their hair. The women gasped and squealed, jostling for position, faces so close together they were drenched in the same torrent. Sally whimpered as it splashed over her lips, Beth tilted her head to take more across her cheek, and Cathy giggled through the mess, whispering, “Ohhh my God… he’s showering us!”

Gary’s whole body shuddered as the last ropes spilled, dripping from their chins, glistening under the club lights. He looked down at the trio, his chest heaving, his hand still wrapped around himself, and smirked through clenched teeth.

“You little sluts…” he panted, watching his cum drip down their faces, “you asked for it… and I gave you everything.”

The three of them were left breathless and shining, faces drenched, giggling and gasping as they looked up at Gary with admiration and appreciation. All three still with playful smiles.

The three women knelt there in front of him, breathless, faces streaked and dripping, their cheeks flushed crimson. For a moment they simply stared at each other in disbelief, then the giggles burst out, uncontrollable, shameless.

Sally wiped a line of his release from her lips with one finger, holding it up with mock elegance. “Look at this… I’m positively lacquered.” She popped it into her mouth, humming playfully, which sent Beth into a fit of laughter.

Beth leaned close, running her finger along Cathy’s cheek where a thick streak glistened. “Oh my God, Cathy, you’ve got the most… it’s dripping down your chin!”

Cathy giggled, swiping at it with her tongue and shrugging. “Guess he likes me best,” she teased, then leaned toward Beth and smeared some onto her cheek with her finger. “Sharing is caring, babe.”

Sally laughed so hard she nearly toppled, steadying herself on Cathy’s shoulder. “We look like absolute sluts—look at us!” she said between gasps, then added with a sly grin, “And I’ve never been so proud.”

Beth shook her head, cheeks glistening, wedding ring flashing under the lights as she traced a line across Sally’s cheek. “No, this is… this is sisterhood. You can’t not bond after something like this.”

The three collapsed into each other, hugging and laughing even as the mess smeared further between them, their giggles echoing through the booth. Cathy whispered, breath hot against Sally’s ear, “We’re all in this together now… drenched, ruined… and I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Sally sighed, brushing tears of laughter (and other streaks) from her eyes. “Best birthday ever.”

Beth smirked, glancing up at Gary still towering over them, his chest rising and falling, still flushed from release. “And it’s not even over yet.

Gary stood over them, chest still heaving, his hand lazily stroking himself as he looked down at the three women tangled together in their messy laughter. The sight of them glistening, giggling, wedding rings catching the low club lights, made him grin wickedly.

“Look at you three,” he said, voice low but commanding, making them quiet just enough to hang on his words. “Faces drenched, laughing like little schoolgirls who just got away with something forbidden. You think this is wild?” He smirked, tilting his head. “You should’ve seen the first time your friend Anna …my mom…came here.”

That name cut through them — Beth and Cathy gasped audibly, eyes darting to Sally as if to confirm what they’d heard.

Gary crouched slightly, bringing his voice down to a conspiratorial rumble, just loud enough for them to hear over the music thumping through the walls. “She brought two of her girlfriends that night. Same booth. Same table. Just like you now — wide-eyed, daring each other to go further. And when I finally gave it to them like I just did to you…” His eyes narrowed, a wicked glint sparking. “They looked exactly the way you do right now. Dripping. Shaking. Bonding over the mess I left on their faces.”

The women gasped again, their giggles turning breathless, half-laughs of disbelief. Sally, still wiping her cheeks, gave a trembling laugh. “Oh my God… Gary… you’re saying your own—”

Gary cut her off with a firm hand under her chin, tilting her face up toward him. “I’m saying she sat where you are now. With her friends. Wearing the same smile, the same glow, the same dripping shine.”

Beth whimpered, gripping Cathy’s hand tightly. Cathy’s chest rose and fell fast, her voice shaky as she whispered, “That’s… that’s so wild… that’s… so damn hot.”

Gary let them linger in the shock, the weight of what he’d confessed settling over them like a fever. Then he straightened, towering above, his smirk darkening. “And just like Mom that night, none of you are finished yet.”

Beth and Cathy froze, their hands still clutching each other’s as Gary’s confirmation sank in. The air between them was electric, pulsing with disbelief, envy, and shameless desire. Sally’s sly grin told the whole story — she knew exactly what they were feeling, because she had just come back glowing from that very room herself.

Gary stood tall over them, his baby-faced smirk lit by the low club lights, still glistening and unashamed. He looked down at the three kneeling women, their wedding rings gleaming as they trembled in front of him, still sticky from the aftermath, their eyes wide and hungry.

“Alright,” he said finally, voice low but firm, cutting through their giggles and gasps. “Enough teasing.”

His hand moved slowly, deliberately, brushing across Cathy’s hair, then Beth’s cheek, then under Sally’s chin, lifting her gaze to his. Each touch made them shiver.

“You’ve seen what happens back there,” he continued, his tone commanding now, no longer the playful teasing boy at the booth but something deeper — a man in full control. “And now…” He leaned closer, lips curling into that dangerous grin. “…one of you is coming with me. Now.”

Beth let out a little gasp. Cathy bit her lip hard, whispering, “Oh my God…” Sally just giggled, whispering, “Told you girls…”

Gary straightened, broad shoulders filling the little space behind the curtain. “So,” he said, voice slow and decisive. “Which one of you is next?”

The three women looked at each other, wide-eyed, trembling with the thrill of being chosen, of giving in.

Gary smirked again and added, “Or… should I decide for you?”

The booth was quiet now, save for the thrum of the bass rolling from the stage. Beth and Cathy’s breaths came shallow, their eyes flicking nervously between one another, waiting, desperate. Sally sat back on the bench, lips still swollen from Gary’s kisses, smirking knowingly — she’d already been to paradise with him tonight.

Gary let the silence build, savoring the tension. He stood tall over them, one hand on the table beside the abandoned green thong, the other still lazily stroking his length as if to remind them of what was at stake. His boyish face looked almost angelic — but his eyes, sharp and commanding, told another story entirely.

“You’ve all teased,” he said slowly, his voice carrying like a verdict. “You’ve all stared. You’ve all begged.” He leaned in closer, lowering his voice into a growl. “But only one of you gets the back room with me next.”

Beth whimpered under her breath. Cathy clutched at the edge of the padded bench.

Gary’s gaze locked on Cathy, the pastor’s wife. He tilted his head, letting the moment stretch until she shivered. Then, with deliberate finality, he said:

“You.”

Cathy’s hand flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp. “M–me?” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperate anticipation.

Gary reached down, taking her chin firmly between his fingers, lifting her face up so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. “Yes, you. The pastor’s wife,” he said with a smirk that dripped with sin. “You’re coming with me. Now.”

Beth gave a helpless little laugh of disbelief, fanning herself as though the heat were too much. Sally’s grin widened — almost wicked — as she gave Cathy’s hand a squeeze.

Gary didn’t wait for argument. He tugged Cathy’s wrist, pulling her to her feet. Her wedding ring flashed under the lights as she stumbled up, breathless, cheeks burning, eyes wide with surrender.

“Let’s go see,” Gary said low against her ear, “just how sinful the pastor’s wife really is.”

Beth sat frozen, her lips parted in disbelief as she watched Gary claim Cathy’s wrist. “Oh my God…” she breathed, half in awe, half in envy.

Sally, still flushed and glowing from her own trip to the back room, chuckled low and wicked, leaning back against the padded bench. “Look at you, Pastor’s wife,” she teased, her voice dripping with playful mockery. “You’re about to be saved in a whole new way.”

Cathy’s cheeks flamed red, but her eyes never left Gary, her legs trembling as he guided her firmly away from the booth. Her wedding ring caught the neon lights, glinting like a guilty beacon.

Beth leaned toward Sally, whispering through a nervous giggle, “I can’t believe it’s not me… God, I want it to be me.”

Sally smirked, licking a drop of wine from her lip. “Patience,” she murmured. “Our turn’s coming.”

They both watched helplessly as Gary pushed the curtain aside, leading Cathy into the shadows with a dominance that left no question who was in charge. The fabric swayed, then stilled, closing the scene from their view.

Beth exhaled shakily, clutching her glass with white knuckles. “Lucky… lucky bitch,” she whispered under her breath.

Sally only grinned knowingly.

The curtain fell shut behind them with a muted swish, muffling the pulse of music and laughter outside. Cathy’s heart hammered as Gary led her deeper into the dim little room — twelve feet square, just a twin bed with crisp sheets against the wall and a small table with fresh flowers in the corner.

When he turned to face her, she had to tip her head way back to meet his eyes. At 5’1”, she was dwarfed by him — six-foot-one of lean, commanding presence. The difference made her shiver with a strange mix of nervousness and thrill.

Gary’s lips curved into that sly, knowing smirk. “You nervous, Pastor’s wife?” he asked, voice low and edged with command.

Cathy clutched the green thong Sally had snatched earlier, still warm with its symbolism. She giggled nervously and set it on the nightstand like a handoff of fate. “Maybe a little,” she confessed, cheeks burning. “But after what I just saw…”

Her gaze drifted down his body — and she gasped softly, her breath catching in disbelief. “Oh my God…” she whispered, almost reverent.

Gary crossed the small room in two strides, towering above her, his hand slipping under her chin to tilt her face up. “Then stop thinking,” he murmured, “and let me show you.”

Cathy rose onto her toes, still barely reaching him, and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. Their mouths met hungrily, her small frame pressed hard against his. His hands gripped her hips, tugging her skirt higher, higher, until the pastor’s wife was trembling, exposed, already helplessly eager.

Breaking the kiss with a ragged gasp, Cathy whispered, “Gary… please don’t be gentle. I don’t want gentle.”

Gary smirked darkly, cupping her big ass in one firm hand, the size of it nearly covering her. “Good,” he growled, spinning her toward the bed. “Because you’re not going to get gentle.”

Gary’s grip on her waist tightened, and with an effortless turn he guided Cathy to the bed. She gasped, stumbling forward until her palms hit the mattress, the fresh sheets cool against her skin. At 5’1”, she felt utterly surrounded by him — his looming frame at 6’1” making her feel small, fragile, but thrillingly claimed.

With one smooth tug, Gary slipped the straps of her blouse and bra down, freeing her breasts. They spilled out heavy and lush — full, swaying double-Ds that hung forward as he bent her down more firmly over the mattress. Cathy let out a ragged whimper at the exposure, shivering with excitement and shame all at once.

Gary’s hands roamed over her curves with greedy authority, his palms sweeping from the small of her back down to the full swell of her ass. Her red panties clung tightly, accentuating her roundness. He gave one firm smack that made her gasp, then kneaded her ass like he was staking his claim.

“God, look at you,” he muttered low, almost to himself. “The pastor’s wife — bent over, tits swaying, ass begging.”

Cathy’s face burned, her body quaking at his words, but she only pushed her hips back against him in surrender. “Ohhh, Gary… yes… that’s what I want,” she whispered, trembling.

He bent over her, his chest pressing lightly to her back, one large hand sliding over the curve of her breast, squeezing. His other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place. “Red panties on this big round ass…so fucking hot…” he growled, giving her another hard smack that made her cry out. “You’re mine in here. Understand?”

“Yes… oh God yes, Gary!” she whimpered, her voice muffled against the sheets, her breasts swaying heavily with each movement.

Gary’s breath was hot against her ear as his hand slid lower, gripping the waistband of her red panties. Cathy whimpered, clutching the sheets tighter, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her with each shallow breath.

Without warning, Gary hooked his fingers under the fabric and yanked it hard to the side. The sudden exposure made her cry out — a helpless sound — her round bottom bare now, her heat aching for him.

“Perfect,” he growled, positioning himself behind her, the tip of his hardness brushing against her slick entrance. Cathy arched back instinctively, her small 5’1” frame trembling under the sheer dominance of his towering 6’1” body pressing close.

“Ohhh Gary…” she moaned, her voice breaking. “Please—don’t tease me.”

Her words were cut short as he thrust forward in one powerful motion, burying himself deep. Cathy let out a strangled gasp, her entire body jerking, fingers clawing at the sheets as the first wave of shock and sinful pleasure coursed through her.

Gary held her firmly by the hip, steadying her as he drove in again — hard, relentless — making her full breasts swing wildly with each impact.

“God—ohhh God!” Cathy cried, her voice ragged, shame and ecstasy tangled together. “It’s too much… it’s too big —ohhhh!”

But she pushed back against him anyway, the rhythm building, every thrust hammering home the forbidden truth of what she was doing — the pastor’s wife bent over, panties shoved aside, surrendering completely to a well-endowed young man less than half her age.

Her knuckles were white against the mattress, clutching the sheets like a lifeline. The first sharp thrust had stolen her breath — now every movement, every relentless drive of Gary’s hips, tore another ragged cry from her lips.

What am I doing? The thought blazed through her, frantic, but it melted almost instantly beneath the wave of heat rolling up her spine. She was the pastor’s wife — she had spent years whispering guidance to other women about faithfulness, virtue, restraint. Yet here she was, bent over a twin mattress in a hidden back room, her red panties shoved aside, Gary’s thick length filling her in ways she had only dared to imagine in private, guilty moments.

“Ohhh, God forgive me…” she whispered, though the plea dissolved into a moan as another hard thrust made her breasts swing beneath her, heavy and free. Forgive me… or maybe don’t. Because this—this feels too good to ever repent.

Her small body strained against him, her frame quaking with the effort of trying to take every inch. He towered over her — 6’1” of muscle and raw hunger — while she barely cleared 5’1”. The sheer contrast made her shudder; she felt consumed, overpowered, reduced to nothing but need.

And she loved it.

The guilt scorched through her chest even as the thrill twisted it into something hotter, darker, irresistible. The pastor’s wife. Bent. Spread. Taken like this.

“Ohhh Gary… it’s… it’s so wrong,” she gasped, voice breaking. “But I can’t stop. Don’t you dare stop…”

Her confession spilled out like a prayer and a curse in one, as she rocked back against him harder, her shame fusing with desire until she didn’t know where one ended and the other began.

Gary leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as his hands gripped her wide hips, holding her steady before pulling back just enough to make her whimper. He let the pause linger, knowing it would drive her wild. Then, in that low, commanding tone that made her whole body quiver, he said:

“Push that big ass back against me… hard and fast, little slut… while I take a breather. Bounce that big ass back on my punisher little slut.”

Cathy froze for a split second, her mind a tangle of horror and heat. He called me a slut. The pastor’s wife. A slut. But the word, instead of shaming her into stillness, lit something raw and forbidden deep in her belly. She swallowed hard, braced herself on the mattress, and obeyed.

With a guttural moan, she started rocking back, her red-pantied ass slamming against him, taking the thick length on her own terms now. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the small room, obscene, relentless. Her double-D breasts swung freely, heavy and wild, each bounce punctuating the shameless rhythm she created.

Gary leaned back on his heels, letting her work for it, his smirk wicked as he watched her ass jiggle and quake under the strain. “That’s it,” he growled, eyes locked on the way her small, but very curvy body was straining to please him. “Work it, pastor’s wife. Show me what all that Sunday guilt really hides.”

Her face was buried in the sheets, tears streaking down her flushed cheeks, feeling shame and guilt her voice breaking between sobs and gasps. “Ohhh God—ohh God, it’s so wrong—but I love it—I love it!”

Each word tumbled out like confession, each thrust back against him sealing her descent deeper into the role he demanded: not the pastor’s wife anymore, not the pillar of restraint — but his little sinner, bouncing and jiggling on command, wringing every ounce of shame into heat.

Gary pulled out slow, making Cathy whine at the sudden emptiness. With a firm hand he lifted her by the arm, guiding her upright until she sat trembling at the edge of the twin bed. Her chest rose and fell in frantic little bursts, her double-D breasts heaving bare and swollen from the rough tug of her bra.

He stood tall before her, looming at his full 6’1” as she looked up at him from just 5’1”. The size difference alone made her feel swallowed whole, small and powerless, yet so hungry she could barely breathe.

His voice came low, commanding, every word deliberate.

“I’m gonna fuck those big tits of yours, pastor’s wife. When I put my Punisher between them, you push your tits together with your hands… and try to squeeze my 10 incher hard between those big tits. Understand, little slut?”

Her lips parted, a tiny whimper escaping before she nodded quickly, eyes wide and glassy. He’s really going to use me like this… the pastor’s wife reduced to nothing but tits and obedience. The thought both shamed and thrilled her.

“Yes… yes, I understand,” she breathed, her voice shaky, laced with both fear and craving. She lifted her hands automatically, palms trembling as they cupped the heavy swell of her breasts, waiting for him to put her to work.

Gary smirked, stroking himself once for emphasis, the thick length glistening in the low light. “Good girl,” he said darkly, stepping closer so the blunt head brushed against the soft valley of her cleavage. “Now let’s see if those holy tits of yours can really worship my Punisher.”

Cathy pressed her trembling hands around the heavy swell of her breasts, pushing them together just as Gary had ordered. The weight of them trapped his length snug between her soft flesh, slick and hot with the sheen of her arousal and his own.

Gary set the rhythm, slow at first, sliding himself between her breasts, the thick head emerging at the top with each upward thrust. The sheer size of it made her gasp—it wasn’t just a sensation, it was a force.

Each time the broad head pushed against her chin, then her lips, and Gary’s voice came low and commanding above her.

“Open your mouth, pastor’s wife. With every upward thrust, I want the head sliding into your mouth. Just the head. Understand?”

Her chest heaved as she stared up at him, wide-eyed, a mixture of guilt, surrender, and raw hunger flashing across her face. She nodded quickly, whispering, “Yes… yes, I understand.”

He thrust again, harder this time, the swollen tip nudging firmly against her lips. Cathy obeyed, parting them eagerly, taking him in for a second each time his hips drove upward, the head breaching her mouth before sliding down through the warm valley of her breasts again.

The rhythm built—up, slick, into her mouth, down again—each stroke accompanied by the wet sounds of her obedience, each muffled gasp from her throat feeding his grin.

Gary looked down at her with a wicked smirk, savoring how she tried to keep up with his size, her tits squeezed tight around him, her wedding ring glinting as her hands clutched her own breasts to serve him.

“That’s it, little slut,” he growled, pushing faster now, “worship my Punisher… let those holy tits and that sinful mouth work together.”

Gary’s pace quickened, his thrusts sharper, more deliberate, and Cathy could barely keep up. Each time his length surged upward, the swollen head slipped past her lips, stretching her mouth for a fleeting second before sliding back down through the valley of her breasts.

She tried to breathe between strokes, but the rhythm was relentless. Her hands clamped tighter around her heavy tits, wedding ring glinting under the dim light, squeezing them into a soft vise for him. Gary’s growl filled the room.

“Push them tighter, slut… don’t let me slip free. You hear me?”

Her voice came broken, muffled around his tip as he pressed deeper into her mouth with each thrust. “Y-yes… I hear you.”

The tempo grew brutal now—up, wet slap, head breaching her lips, Cathy gagging as the blunt crown drove a little deeper each time, then back down between her tits, leaving trails of slick heat across her chest. Her gagging sounds only made him harder, more ruthless, and her eyes watered as she looked up at him—half pleading, half desperate for more.

Inside her chest, guilt and thrill waged war, but her body had already chosen surrender. Her nipples ached, her thighs pressed together for friction, and she could hardly believe how badly she wanted to be punished like this.

Gary looked down with that wicked smirk, watching her drool glisten at the corners of her mouth as she worked him with both tits and lips. “That’s it, pastor’s wife,” he snarled between clenched teeth, “gag on it. Let that holy mouth choke on my Punisher.”

Her heart raced, a dizzy, shameful rush consuming her as she obeyed, gagging and moaning all at once. The rhythm became everything—up, choke, down, slick squeeze—and she realized with shock that she was trembling on the edge of release just from this sinful act alone.

Gary’s thrusts came harder, more punishing, his hips snapping forward with a brutal rhythm that drove his swollen head deep into her mouth with each upward stroke. Cathy gagged, drool running down her chin, her big tits bouncing and slick as she squeezed them desperately around his shaft. The sound of her wet choking and the slick slap of flesh on flesh filled the room like a wicked drumbeat.

Her wedding ring flashed as she obeyed his command, pressing her heavy breasts together so tightly his length pulsed violently between them. She could barely breathe, her chest heaving, throat stretched, shame screaming inside her—you’re the pastor’s wife, you’re supposed to be holy—but the thrill of being reduced to nothing but a dripping, bouncing toy for Gary drowned out every other thought.

“Look at you,” Gary growled down at her, eyes blazing, “on your knees with my Punisher choking you, tits wrapped around it like a filthy little slut. You love it, don’t you?”

Cathy’s muffled cry around his head was a whimper of surrender, her eyes rolling back as she nodded frantically, her hands clutching tighter at her tits as if trying to give him everything he demanded.

And then it happened—her body snapped. A tidal wave of release ripped through her without warning, her thighs clenching violently, her whole body trembling as her orgasm tore her apart. She wailed into his cock, the sound gagged and broken, tears streaming down her flushed face as she came harder than she had in her entire life.

Her chest heaved, her tits squeezed tighter around him with each convulsion, milking him as if her body itself was begging for more. She sobbed between gags, eyes glassy, gasping when she could wrench air past the heavy thickness filling her mouth.

“Ohhh God… Gary… I can’t—” she sobbed, her voice muffled and broken, “I can’t stop!”

Gary’s wicked smirk only deepened as he held her there, watching her break apart completely, trembling and ruined at his feet, her release soaking through her panties as she surrendered every last shred of guilt to him.

Gary eased himself back, letting his swollen cock slip free from between Cathy’s tits. Her chest was flushed and glistening, her body still trembling from the orgasm that had wrung her dry. For a moment, the fire in his eyes softened. He sat beside her on the edge of the bed, one big hand brushing her damp hair gently away from her face. His other hand cupped her cheek as he leaned in, kissing her tenderly—slow, patient, almost sweet.

Cathy melted into it, closing her eyes, savoring a tenderness she hadn’t felt in years. Her chest heaved, breath unsteady, but her heart steadier than it had been in decades. She broke into a quiet, almost broken laugh as her hand slid down, finding his enormous length and stroking it softly.

“You have no idea… Gary,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “my husband hasn’t touched me like this, hasn’t even seen me, for as many years as you’ve been alive.” Tears welled but didn’t fall—she bit them back, smiling faintly through the ache. She pressed her lips to his cheek, her ring catching the light as her hand pumped him slowly, reverently.

Then, with a girlish giggle breaking through her confession, she murmured, “Babyface… with a huge cock!” She gave his cheek another peck, then laughed harder, the sound wild and unrestrained.

Gary smirked at her words, his chest swelling with pride. But then his commanding edge returned. He stood, towering over her, and nodded to the floor. Cathy understood at once, sliding off the bed to kneel before him. At 5’1”, she looked tiny before his towering 6’1” frame, her double D breasts still loose and swaying, her lips parting in anticipation.

Gary held his thickness in one hand, guiding it toward her mouth. “Open wide, pastor’s wife,” he growled. Cathy obeyed eagerly, wrapping her lips around him, sucking as best she could, her hand pumping the base.

Gary placed his hand firmly on the back of her head and began to thrust. Each push went deeper, harder, until Cathy gagged, her throat convulsing around him. Drool spilled from her lips, her eyes watering as the sounds of gagging filled the small room. Still, she stayed there, taking him again and again, even as the force made her cough and choke.

Gary looked down at her, his face a mask of dark satisfaction as he worked her throat ruthlessly, her gasps and gags echoing like a perverse hymn in that tiny backroom.

Gary eased himself back, letting his huge cock slip free from between Cathy’s double D tits. Her chest was flushed and glistening, her body still trembling from the orgasm that had wrung her dry. For a moment, the fire in his eyes softened. He sat beside her on the edge of the bed, one big hand brushing her damp hair gently away from her face. His other hand cupped her cheek as he leaned in, kissing her tenderly—slow, patient, almost sweet.

Cathy melted into it, closing her eyes, savoring a tenderness she hadn’t felt in years. Her chest heaved, breath unsteady, but her heart steadier than it had been in decades. She broke into a quiet, almost broken laugh as her hand slid down, finding his enormous length and stroking it softly.

“You have no idea… Gary,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “my husband hasn’t touched me like this, hasn’t even seen me, for as many years as you’ve been alive.” Tears welled but didn’t fall—she bit them back, smiling faintly through the ache. She pressed her lips to his cheek, her ring catching the light as her hand pumped him slowly, reverently.

Then, with a girlish giggle breaking through her confession, she murmured, “Babyface… with a huge cock!” She gave his cheek another peck, then laughed harder, the sound wild and unrestrained.

Gary smirked at her words, his chest swelling with pride. But then his commanding edge returned. He stood, towering over her, and nodded to the floor. Cathy understood at once, sliding off the bed to kneel before him. At 5’1”, she looked tiny before his towering 6’1” frame, her double D breasts still loose and swaying, her lips parting in anticipation.

Gary held his thickness in one hand, guiding it toward her mouth. “Open wide, pastor’s wife,” he growled. Cathy obeyed eagerly, wrapping her lips around him, sucking as best she could, her hand pumping the base.

Gary placed his hand firmly on the back of her head and began to thrust. Each push went deeper, harder, until Cathy gagged, her throat convulsing around him. Drool spilled from her lips, her eyes watering as the sounds of gagging filled the small room. Still, she stayed there, taking him again and again, even as the force made her cough and choke.

Gary looked down at her, his face a mask of dark satisfaction as he worked her throat ruthlessly, her gasps and gags echoing like a perverse hymn in that tiny backroom.

Gary’s grip in her hair tightened, guiding her rhythm as he thrust deeper and deeper into Cathy’s throat. Each plunge made her choke louder, spit trailing down her chin, eyes wide and streaming. Her fingernails dug into his thighs as if to steady herself, but Gary didn’t let up—he wanted her to feel the force of it, to choke on his size until she nearly couldn’t breathe.

At last, with a sharp groan, he yanked her off, his Punisher glistening with spit and her mascara streaking her cheeks. Cathy gasped desperately for air, coughing, strings of saliva hanging from her lips to his shaft.

“Stand up,” Gary commanded. His voice was low, commanding, brooking no delay. She stumbled to her feet, still catching her breath. He turned her around, towering over her, and with one heavy hand smacked her left cheek—smack! The sound cracked through the small room. Cathy yelped, her full, round bottom jiggling. A second slap followed on the other cheek—harder. Smack! She squealed again, half pain, half wild thrill.

Gary smirked at her reaction, then shoved her toward the bed. He dropped back onto the fresh sheets, lying face-up, his chest rising and falling, his Punisher standing tall and rigid. He patted his stomach with one hand and pointed at her with the other.

“Climb up, pastor’s wife. Mount me. Now.”

His tone left no room for hesitation. Cathy’s knees nearly buckled, but she obeyed, crawling onto the bed with her double D’s swaying heavily, red panties clinging to her soaked curves. She straddled him, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed, trembling at the raw command in his voice.

Gary’s hands gripped her hips firmly, ready to guide her down onto him, making her take every thick inch

Cathy hovered over him, her thighs trembling as she positioned herself. Gary’s hands gripped her wide hips firmly, pulling her closer. With a sharp breath, she lowered herself, red panties pulled aside, and then—

“Ohhhhhh my Godddd!” she gasped, her voice breaking into a high-pitched cry the instant his thick length pushed inside. The sheer size of him split her open, stretching her deeper than she had ever imagined possible. Her body shuddered violently as she slid further down, the angle forcing her to take him inch by inch, her walls clenching in shock at the intrusion.

Her back arched, head thrown back, breasts heaving as her hands pressed into his chest for balance. Her thighs quivered, barely able to control the descent, but Gary’s grip on her hips was unrelenting, forcing her down until he was buried to the hilt.

“Babyface… it’s too much!” she whimpered breathlessly, her eyes wide with disbelief and ecstasy, tears welling at the corners. The sinful stretch made her feel split in two, her guilt and thrill crashing together in a dizzying rush.

Gary smirked up at her, his baby face glowing with wicked delight as he gave her hips a squeeze, holding her there, impaled and trembling.

“Take it, little slut. Every inch,” he growled, the command shaking through her.

And Cathy—pastor’s wife, trembling sinner—could only gasp and nod, her body clenching around him, nearly shattered by the overwhelming fullness of that first thrust.

Gary wasted no time—once she’d taken him fully, his grip tightened on her hips, and he began driving up into her with powerful, steady thrusts. Each impact made her heavy breasts bounce wildly, the sight nearly hypnotic in its sinful rhythm. Cathy cried out with every plunge, her hands scrambling on his chest for balance, her thighs quivering with the strain of trying to keep control.

But control was long gone.

Her head fell back, hair flying as her voice rose into breathless whimpers that quickly broke into high, sharp cries. “Ohhhh God… Gary… Babyface!” she gasped, body grinding against him helplessly as he pistoned upward, splitting her again and again. The mattress creaked, her large breasts slapped against her chest with each thrust, and his relentless rhythm tore through what was left of her composure.

Barely two minutes into the pounding, Cathy’s body went rigid—then she broke. A wailing cry burst from her lips as she convulsed hard, her inner muscles clamping tight around him, her thighs squeezing uncontrollably. Tears streaked down her flushed cheeks as her orgasm ripped through her, unstoppable, violent in its release.

“Yessss,” Gary snarled from below, teeth clenched, watching her shudder and fall apart on top of him. He slowed his thrusts only enough to hold her pinned down on his length, making sure she felt every inch pulsing inside her while she came undone.

The pastor’s wife collapsed forward onto his chest, gasping, still trembling from the force of her climax, whispering between ragged breaths: “You… you broke me… Babyface… oh God…”

He let her tremble against him a moment longer, then tilted her chin up and pressed one surprisingly tender kiss to her lips. Cathy blinked at the sweetness of it, barely managing a breath before Gary suddenly shifted, gripping her waist and rolling her flat onto her back.

Her wide eyes met his for just an instant—then he drove himself into her with a brutal slam that forced a strangled scream from her throat. Her legs flew up around his hips on instinct, and he clamped one large hand firmly at her throat, pinning her down with a commanding grip.

The bedframe groaned and squeaked in protest as Gary settled into a relentless, piston-like rhythm. Each thrust landed deep, unyielding, shaking her whole frame against the thin mattress. His weight pressed her down, his grip at her throat making her squirm and arch in a mixture of panic and ecstasy. Mascara streaks smeared across her cheeks as tears spilled, not from sadness—but from being utterly overwhelmed.

For long, punishing minutes he gave her no break. Cathy writhed beneath him, her full breasts bouncing violently with every slam, her fingers clawing uselessly at the sheets. The guilt tore at her with every thrust—a pastor’s wife, ruined and begging for more—but the flood of pleasure dwarfed it, drowning her in sin and sensation.

Her voice rose in ragged cries, words breaking between the rhythm of his thrusts:

“That’s it, Babyface… fuck me hard! Oh God… I’m a bad girl! I’m such a bad girl!”

Her confession seemed to fuel him, his pace never faltering, sweat dripping onto her flushed skin as he pounded her harder, making her body quake against the squeaking frame for what felt like forever—ten relentless minutes of surrender and punishment, her moans echoing off the small room’s walls

Gary’s grip on her throat tightened just enough to make her eyes go wide, his hips still pistoning with that relentless force that shook the mattress. He bent low, lips brushing her ear, and growled:

“And your friend Anna got the same thing I’m giving to you right now… the first time she came to the club.”

For a split second Cathy’s body froze, her mascara-streaked eyes flaring in shock. Then a wild, breathless giggle burst out of her throat, trembling under the pressure of his hand.

“Ohhh my God… Anna?” she gasped, her voice breaking between moans. “You gave her this too?” Another laugh escaped her, half delirious. Her hips jerked up to meet his, betraying her excitement. “I know she loved it too!”

Gary’s smirk was wicked as he pounded her even harder, making the bedframe squeal louder with each thrust. Cathy’s laughter dissolved into whimpers, her tears flowing freely now as guilt and thrill twisted inside her. Her legs shook wildly, wrapped around his waist.

The mix of his confession, his punishing rhythm, and her own burning hunger snapped what was left of her composure. A raw scream tore from her lips as her whole body arched violently off the bed, trembling uncontrollably.

Her climax hit like a tidal wave—her walls clutching desperately around his relentless length, her nails raking down his back as her mascara-stained tears streaked over her flushed cheeks. Cathy’s voice cracked in a shuddering cry, her words tumbling out in fragments:

“Babyface… ohhh Babyface… yes, yes, YESSS! I’m cumming! I can’t stop—I’m cumming so hard! I’m such a bad girl!”

Her entire body went rigid, then spasmed beneath him, wave after wave tearing through her while Gary held her throat and kept thrusting deep, savoring every twitch of her surrender.

Gary felt her body still trembling beneath him, wrung out from her crashing climax. He slowed just enough to bring his lips to hers, giving Cathy a quick but undeniably tender kiss—soft, almost affectionate in its contrast to how hard he’d just driven her.

Then, gripping her chin, he pulled back and fixed her with that piercing, commanding stare. His voice came low, rough, and sure:

“Now… down on your knees.”

Cathy’s breath hitched. Without hesitation she slid off the mattress, her mascara-streaked face tilted up to him as she obeyed. She knelt before his towering frame, still gasping, her large breasts heaving as she steadied herself on trembling arms.

Gary loomed over her, stroking his punishing length in his hand, the sight of her submission fueling his final rush. He leaned down once more, brushing her lips with a deceptively sweet kiss, followed by a hard slap on her ample bottom, which jiggled. Then his tone darkened with authority:

“Now I’m gonna splatter your face… just like I finished up with your friend Anna… my Mom… in this very same room.”

The words slammed into Cathy harder than his thrusts had. Her eyes went wide—shock and forbidden thrill colliding inside her. A squeal of disbelieving laughter bubbled from her throat, even as she pressed her breasts tighter together in anticipation, her ring flashing under the dim light.

“Ohhh God… Anna—right here?” she gasped, shivering with excitement. “You really… you really did that to her?”

Gary just smirked, towering over her as his hand moved faster, his muscles tightening. “Get ready, little slut.”

The intensity in his eyes left no doubt—he was about to mark her just as he had described.

Gary’s teeth clenched, his muscles tightening like drawn cables as the moment broke loose. With a groan that echoed in the small room, he stroked himself hard, towering above her.

The first thick stream hit Cathy square across her cheek and forehead, splattering into her hair and dripping toward her lips. She squealed, half-shocked, half-thrilled, then tilted her face up eagerly for more.

“Yesss… oh my God, babyface!” she gasped between breathless giggles, clutching her breasts together as if presenting herself for the rest.

Gary growled, his strokes relentless. More hot bursts lashed across her wide eyes, painting her mascara-streaked cheeks, streaking down her chin. One shot caught her directly in the open mouth she’d instinctively parted, making her gag on the unexpected taste.

She coughed, then laughed wildly, saliva mixing with the mess as she cried out:

“Ohhh my God, Gary !! Anna got this too? Just like this?! Haaa!”

She pawed at her dripping face, then smeared it down over her heaving breasts, deliberately making herself messier, more shameless.

“You drenched me! Look at me!” Cathy shrieked with gleeful disbelief, rubbing her soiled chest while looking up at him with bright, wet eyes. “Anna probably looked just like me after you blew on her, didn’t she?!”

Her laughter rang loud, manic with release and guilt, as she rocked back on her knees, sticky and trembling, every inch of her body proof of how far she’d fallen from grace.

Gary stayed standing over her, chest rising and falling, his hand still wrapped around the base of his thickness. Cathy knelt in front of him, face, lips, and breasts streaked and dripping, her hair clinging to her temples. She laughed softly through the mess, then gasped as Gary’s strong hand cupped her face.

“Look at you…” he murmured, thumb brushing the wetness across her cheek. “Such a filthy little slut. And you loved every second.”

Cathy shivered, pressing her face into his palm despite the sticky mess. “Y-yes, Babyface… I did. Thank you for using me like that… oh God, I needed it.”

Gary leaned down, gave her a slow kiss on her smeared lips, unbothered by the taste, then pulled back with a smirk. “Good girl. Now you understand.”

Her mascara-smeared eyes blinked up at him, glowing with a wild, almost childlike curiosity. “Gary… when you finished on Anna… was it like this? Did you cover her face the same way you just did mine?”

The question made him chuckle low in his chest, thumb still stroking her jaw. “yep, Mom got it just like this… in this very room. She thanked me too. Just like you did.”

Cathy let out a sharp, breathless giggle, equal parts shock and thrill. “Ohhh my God… I knew it. I knew she loved it as much as I just did. You made her sin too.” giggling, she rubbed at the streaks on her chest, smearing them further as she shook her head in disbelief. “No wonder she kept coming back with you…you made her into a bad girl.”

Gary helped her rise, steadying her small frame against his tall, broad one. His arm slipped around her waist as he guided her toward the curtain. “Come on, little pastor’s wife. Time to show your girlfriends what happens when you really let go.”

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Continued from Part 1 here.

The towel’s return didn’t slow them—it only gave them something to play at hiding behind. Their laughter turned sly, all feigned innocence and exaggerated gasps as their fingers traced and teased beneath the cover.

Sally leaned close, her eyes glittering as she let her voice drip with mock scolding. “Beth… you’re such a bad girl.”

Beth’s hand moved rhythmically under the towel, her shoulders drawing back as if bracing for judgment. She tilted her chin, her eyes widening like a scolded schoolgirl. “Me? A bad girl?” she said in a sing-song, mock-innocent voice. “I’m a good girl. I don’t even know how my hand got down there.” She pressed her lips together in a prim little smile, which dissolved into a giggle as Gary shifted beneath her touch.

Cathy smirked knowingly. “Mmmhmm. And when he twitches again, you’ll be the first to pounce.” Then, almost as if to absolve herself, she clasped her hands together in mock prayer, her wedding ring gleaming under the lights as she lifted her gaze toward the ceiling. “I’m the only good girl here! The good Lord knows that I’m a good girl… and I’m just having a little innocent fun tonight.”

That was too much for the other two. Sally and Beth both burst into laughter, their own rings glittering as they leaned toward Cathy. “Ohhh, what a little saint you are!” Sally teased, brushing her leg against Gary’s under the table. Beth giggled, her hand still busy beneath the towel. “You know you want to sin with this cute, well-hung young man just as bad as we do.”

Cathy’s lips twitched, caught between her Sunday School act and the undeniable heat flashing in her eyes.

Cathy tried to hold the saintly mask a moment longer, fingers laced together in her mock-prayer, her wedding ring glinting under the club’s haze of lights. But the giggles and daring eyes of her friends were too much.

Slowly, almost guiltily, her hands parted and slid back under the towel. The air between them shifted as her touch joined the others—hesitant for a heartbeat, then bolder as her palm traced along Gary’s heat.

Beth leaned close, watching with a wicked grin. “Ohhh, so much for our little saint,” she teased.

Sally laughed low in her throat, eyes glittering as she delivered the dagger. “And what would your husband think if he could see how you’re using your little hand right now on Gary’s big endowment, my little Sunday school teacher?”

Cathy’s cheeks flushed hot, but her lips curled into a guilty smile, her fingers curling firmer as though answering for her. “I… I told you, I didn’t want to…” she whispered, breathless, her tone a mix of mock protest and undeniable hunger.

Beth suddenly tugged the towel aside, tossing it carelessly onto the seat. “Enough hiding,” she declared with a wicked sparkle.

Now all three of their rings flashed under the lights, their hands fully exposed as they moved over him with shameless abandon.

No more pretense, no more cover—just three married women, glittering symbols of vows and betrayal catching the glow as they touched what they had no business touching.

Beth suddenly tugged the towel aside, tossing it carelessly onto the seat. “Enough hiding,” she declared with a wicked sparkle.

Now all three of their rings flashed under the lights, their hands fully exposed as they moved over him with shameless abandon.

No more pretense, no more cover—just three married women, glittering symbols of vows and betrayal catching the glow as they touched what they had no business touching.

Sally laughed first, shaking her head at the sight. “Ohhh, Cathy… look at you now. Our sweet little Sunday school teacher, leading the way like the rest of us.”

Beth joined in, her giggle wicked. “Mmmhmm, halo slipping right off your head. What would your husband say if he knew where that hand is?”

Cathy, caught, tried to muster her saintly mask one last time. “I… I only gave in because you two insisted,” she protested weakly, though her wrist never stopped its steady up and down movement.

The other two leaned into her, mocking in chorus, “Ohhh what a little saint you are! But we know you want to taste forbidden fruit just as much as we do.”

Cathy’s lips trembled, laughter spilling out despite her attempt at innocence, her ring flashing like a signal flare of betrayal.

Gary shifted suddenly, his stomach muscles tightening as his eyes locked on them. The booth fell quiet for an instant, caught in the weight of his authority. He leaned forward, voice low and rough.

“So… this is what good wives do when they’re out at night?”

Their mock-innocent faces faltered, lips parted, hands still moving even as they squirmed under his gaze. Beth giggled nervously. Cathy bit her lip, eyes darting down.

Sally, boldest of the three, lifted her chin but couldn’t hide the flush on her cheeks.

Gary’s hand slid over theirs, pressing them harder against him, guiding their rhythm. “Bad girls,” he smiled slyly. “Every last one of you.”

Gary’s hand pressed theirs more firmly against him, guiding their movements in rhythm. For a heartbeat the three women froze, caught between his authority and their own shameful thrill. Then, almost as one, they yielded—fingers and palms moving eagerly, each trying to match his pace while slyly outdoing the others.

Beth leaned in first, her voice soft but tinged with laughter. “Well… if I’m going to be bad, I may as well be the best bad girl here.” Her wrist worked with deliberate boldness, earning a scandalized gasp from Cathy.

“Ohhh, Beth,” Cathy said quickly, her tone all wounded innocence. “Don’t look at me like that, Gary. I didn’t want to—she’s the one forcing me to compete.” Her lips twitched into a grin even as her hand tightened around him, betraying her denial.

Sally giggled wickedly, her ring flashing as she slid her hand alongside the others, deliberately crowding them. “Mmm, excuses, excuses. Don’t listen to her, Gary—she’s loving this as much as we are. Just look at her face.”

Cathy tried to tilt her chin heavenward again, a parody of saintliness, but the heat in her eyes betrayed her. “It’s not true,” she whispered, her voice trembling as her hand worked furiously beneath his guidance. “I’m only doing this so I won’t be left out…”

Gary’s gaze hardened, his stomach tightening as he looked down at the three of them writhing with guilt and giggles. “Bad girls,” he said again, his voice low and certain. “Fighting over who can be the worst.”

Beth and Sally burst into laughter, the sound wicked and wild, while Cathy’s mouth formed a small O as she fully appreciated Gary’s very large manhood — her guilty denial unraveling as her hand quickened all on its own.

The rhythm quickened, the three of them jostling for space under Gary’s firm hand, each one trying to prove herself without daring to say it out loud. Their giggles and mock protests tangled together like a chorus of denial—until Beth’s laughter broke into something else.

Her head tipped back, lips parting on a gasp that didn’t sound innocent at all. Her wedding ring glinted as she pressed harder, bolder, no longer pretending restraint. “Ohhh God… I can’t keep acting like I don’t want this,” she blurted, eyes flashing as she turned to Sally and Cathy. “You can tease me all you want, but I’m so ready for him.”

The confession shattered the last veil of pretense—Beth wasn’t playing innocent anymore. She leaned closer, her voice husky now, trembling with excitement. “My panties are soaked through… guilty or not, I don’t care anymore. I need him.”

Sally let out a scandalized laugh, smacking Beth lightly on the shoulder. “Ha! There it is—little Miss Housewife confessing she’s dripping for a student. What would your husband say now?”

Beth only grinned, wicked and breathless. “He’s not here, is he? And if he were, I wouldn’t even stop. In fact… take a pic of me smiling with my head resting on Gary’s abs… my smile dangerously close to his very large Punisher. As if I’ll show my hubby someday…” She giggled wildly, the sound full of reckless defiance.

Cathy froze, scandal flashing across her face at Beth’s boldness—yet her hand never stopped moving. Sally shook her head, laughing, though the blush on her cheeks betrayed how close she was to joining Beth in her shamelessness.

Gary’s muscles tightened, his gaze locked on Beth. “Finally honest,” he murmured, voice rough. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Beth’s giggle turned into a daring sparkle in her eyes. She shifted down in the booth, resting her head against Gary’s abs, tilting her face so her smile hovered dangerously close to his swollen length. Her wedding ring flashed as she lifted her hand in a playful wave, looking every bit the sweet wife—except her mouth was inches from betrayal.

Sally fumbled for her phone with wicked delight. “Ohhh, this is too good. Smile pretty, Beth. Say hi to your husband—what’s his name again?” she teased, laughter bubbling out of her.

Beth’s grin widened, her lips so close they brushed the air against Gary’s skin. “Ok! I think his name is Robert! Ha ha ha…”

Sally cackled as she tapped record. “Perfect. Five seconds of pure scandal.”

Beth leaned in, her voice lilting with sing-song sweetness as if leaving a voicemail. “Hi Robert!”

The words came just as Gary shifted his hips slightly upward. His heavy length brushed across her lips, grazing her teeth as she smiled wide for the camera. Beth squealed through her giggles, eyes bright with a mixture of shock and thrill, while Sally nearly dropped the phone laughing.

“Ohhh my God,” Sally gasped, trying not to shake the recording. “Robert is going to love this little greeting.”

Cathy clasped her hands together in mock prayer again, though her wide eyes betrayed her fascination. “Lord forgive us,” she whispered, but her voice trembled with laughter as she added under her breath, “I can’t believe we’re actually filming this.”

Continued in Part Three here

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The Thursday before the holiday had the club buzzing, laughter bouncing against the lights and low bass. Gary had just finished his set, sweat still gleaming on his chest, the green thong clinging and pulling with every movement.

He made his way offstage, half-exhilarated, half-aware that the eyes in the room were still pinned to him.

At a corner table, three women were already flushed from wine and heat. They’d each had three glasses by the time Gary stepped into their view, and tipsy laughter had given way to that boldness only found when restraint finally slipped away.

Sally was the first to squint, then gasp. The years melted in her mind, and she clutched Beth’s wrist. Still trim and radiant at sixty, her cream-colored mini skirt showed off the bronzed, sculpted legs she had worked decades to keep.

She’d come tonight to prove she still had it, and she had — other young strippers at the club had already stared at her shapely legs. But when she recognized Gary, the baby-faced boy from her first-grade classroom now strutting nearly naked before her, her heart jumped like a teenager’s.

This wasn’t just shock — it was a wicked gift, a birthday surprise she hadn’t dared imagine.

Beth, early fifties, leaned in closer. Her own cream mini hugged her figure, her legs taut and golden from hours on the treadmill, and Gary’s eyes flickered down without meaning to, twitching against the thin fabric of his thong. She had been the logical one, the math teacher who solved problems by stacking them into neat rows.

But logic dissolved with her third glass of wine, and all she could think of was the boy who once doodled in her class now standing tall, carved, and half-naked, with women stuffing bills into his thong. The air around her was too warm; she bit her lip, and for once in years, she didn’t care who saw.

Cathy tilted her glass and laughed, that throaty sound only wine could coax out of her. She had been the Sunday school teacher, the pastor’s wife, the figure of gentility. But she was also vibrant, curvy, breasts straining against her neckline even as the years had softened her waist.

She remembered Gary’s voice reciting psalms, the sweet little boy who’d bowed his head so obediently. Now he stood before her transformed — a man, confident, brazen — and something deep inside her thrilled at the contrast.

The wine erased what little resistance she had left. For once she wasn’t anyone’s dutiful wife. She was simply a woman staring at temptation, grinning like she’d been let out of a cage.

Gary stopped by their table, smiling, though his pulse skipped as his eyes dipped once more to Sally and Beth’s legs, the bronzed contrast against the cream fabric pulling tight over their thighs. His thong twitched in response, betraying him. He leaned closer, breath still quick from the stage.

“I guess this isn’t how you pictured running into one of your old students.”

The table erupted with laughter, high-pitched and breathless. Wine, nostalgia, desire — it all swirled together, and none of them made any move to resist.

Sally was the first to recover from their laughter, though her eyes kept drifting lower in a way she hadn’t done since her own youth. She tilted her chin, the wine loosening her voice.

“Good heavens, Gary Thompson,” she said, giggling, “I taught you to read your ABCs, not… this.” Her hand fluttered vaguely toward his thong before she laughed again, red from both wine and nerves.

Beth leaned forward, elbows pressing on the table, her smile lazy and mischievous. “And I taught you fractions… though judging from what’s going on down there, you’ve outgrown any need for fractions. That looks more like… long division.” She broke into tipsy laughter at her own joke, eyes locked shamelessly on the bulge in his thong.

Cathy sipped her wine, feigning innocence, though her gaze was the boldest of all. “I suppose I should be scandalized. My little Sunday school boy, twitching in front of us…” She paused, tilting her head, eyes fixed on the fabric straining between his thighs. “…and it does twitch, doesn’t it? Right when you look at Sally and Beth’s legs. Mmm, what a revelation.”

The three of them dissolved into another burst of laughter, cheeks flushed, shoulders brushing as they leaned in closer. Their eyes no longer bothered to dart away when caught staring. They lingered, openly admiring, sipping their wine like conspirators.

Gary’s grin faltered for a moment as heat rose in his face. He had danced in front of dozens of women before, but never like this — never with women who once corrected his spelling, quizzed him on multiplication tables, or led him in hymns. The recognition, the teasing, and their unabashed staring rattled him in ways the crowd never had. His thong twitched again, betraying him, and the three women gasped in mock scandal before cackling like schoolgirls.

Sally set her empty glass down with a thump. “Would you believe this is only the second time we’ve ever been to a club like this?” she asked, leaning closer to him. “The first time was 2 years ago, and it was dreadful. But tonight… oh, tonight is something else entirely.”

Beth brushed her hair back, smirking. “Yes, I don’t recall the last time I’ve been this… entertained.” Her eyes slid deliberately down, then back up. “I’m starting to think we’ve been missing out.”

Cathy raised her glass in a mock toast, eyes never leaving his bulge. “To wild nights, guilty pleasures… and to our little Gary, all grown up.”

Their glasses clinked, laughter spilling over again, but their stares stayed fixed on him, shameless and hungry.

Gary shifted on his feet, trying to play it cool, but the three pairs of eyes fixed on him made it impossible. He’d faced whole crowds before without flinching, yet there was something unnerving — and electric — about being under their gaze.

Beth was the first to bridge the gap. Her hand, steady despite the wine, reached out and grazed his hip, fingertips brushing the edge of the thong strap. “Just making sure you’re real,” she said lightly, though her smirk gave her away.

Sally giggled and followed suit, her palm flattening against his thigh, dangerously close to the bulge they had been teasing. “Oh, he’s real,” she whispered, eyes glittering as she felt the twitch beneath the fabric. “Good heavens, Gary… you really are.”

Cathy leaned in, her breath warm against his side as she murmured, “Our little secret, yes? No one at church needs to know how very blessed you are.”

Her fingers trailed along his lower stomach, dangerously close to his large, twitching manhood, before retreating back to her wineglass, as though nothing had happened.

The three women collapsed into laughter again, but their faces were flushed, their shoulders pressed together, and their whispers sharper now, almost conspiratorial.

“Dares,” Sally said suddenly, her eyes wicked. “Remember in college, Beth? We’d dare each other to do outrageous things.”

Beth’s lips curved into a grin. “Oh yes. And I dare you,” she leaned toward Sally, her voice low but audible over the music, “…to give his… situation… a proper inspection.”

Sally gasped in mock outrage, covering her mouth with her hand, though her other stayed glued to his thigh. “Beth!” she laughed, then bit her lip, clearly considering.

Cathy raised a brow, her voice velvet-smooth. “Or perhaps… I’ll dare him. Gary, sweetheart, I dare you to let us see just how much of a man our little student has become.”

The laughter around the table turned into a hush of anticipation, the kind that made the club lights feel hotter, the music louder, the moment heavier. The women leaned in close, tipsy and daring, their hands never straying far from him.

Gary hesitated for a moment, scanning the club. The crowd was busy with chatter and the next dancer had already taken the stage, drawing most of the attention. No one seemed to notice the corner booth. The three women were leaning in close, eyes bright with wine and laughter, but there was no mistaking the hunger beneath.

With a grin that was half challenge, half surrender, Gary slid onto the long padded bench between Sally and Beth. . As soon as he sat, the women pressed in tighter, their perfume mingling with the scent of their wine, their legs brushing against his on both sides.

Sally was quick to lay claim, her hand curling over his thigh again. “Well, well… look at us. Three schoolteachers, one former student. If this isn’t a lesson plan, I don’t know what is.” Her fingers crept higher, emboldened by the nearness.

Beth leaned into his other side, her bronzed leg crossing over his, cream skirt riding dangerously high. Her eyes dropped to his lap, shameless. “It twitched again,” she whispered, biting her lip. “I swear it knows when we’re staring.”

Cathy leaned forward across the table, her generous cleavage framed in her blouse, voice husky. “Well then, girls… shall we see if our dear Gary has been exaggerating all along? Or if what we’re imagining is really there?”

The three women exchanged glances, conspiratorial, giddy. Their laughter died into an anticipatory hush.

Gary exhaled, then glanced around once more. With a quick motion, hidden by their huddled circle and the small table, he tugged down the thin waistband just enough to give them the view they craved.

The gasp that escaped the women was almost in unison — sharp, delighted, shameless.

“My Lord, it’s huge!” Sally gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “That’s no schoolboy.”

Beth laughed low in her throat, her hand brushing over his stomach as if drawn toward the sight. “Ohhh my God ! It’s enormous young man !! And to think, I spent all those hours teaching you fractions…” Her smile widened. “I never realized you’d grow into such… whole numbers…. 9 or 10 by the looks o it!! ”

Cathy’s cheeks flushed deep pink, but her eyes were locked on him, wide and hungry. “Mercy,” she breathed, then giggled, “If my husband only knew what his Sunday school boy turned into. It’s so big !” her mouth then forming into a small O as she stared in shock at Gary’s large member.

Gary pulled the waistband back up, just as quick, but the damage was done. The image lingered in their wine-clouded minds, and their shameless stares didn’t stop.

Beth clinked her glass softly against Sally’s. “Well, ladies… I think this field trip just became worth every mile.”

They all laughed, leaning against him, tipsy warmth pressing from both sides, their legs draped against his, their whispers now bolder, almost daring him to go further.

Almost on cue, one of Gary’s buddies — working the floor that night — strolled by with a towel, giving Gary a quick, knowing smirk before dropping it over his lap like a bartender delivering a drink.

The women erupted in laughter, the towel only fueling their daring. Sally’s hand slid beneath first, brushing along his inner thigh, nails grazing lightly over the twitching bulge. “Mercy,” she whispered, giggling, “it’s warm…”

Beth’s hand quickly joined, bold and steady. She cupped him through the fabric, her eyes meeting his with mock-innocence. “I can’t believe I used to give you multiplication drills,” she teased. “You’ve… multiplied nicely.”

Cathy leaned in closer, her hand sneaking under from the other side, her touch softer but no less hungry. She squeezed gently, lips curling into a wicked grin. “Forgive me, Lord,” she murmured playfully, “for I am about to sin.”

Gary exhaled, head falling back against the booth, the towel twitching with every stroke and squeeze beneath. The women were giggling like schoolgirls, emboldened by wine and secrecy, their hands wandering freely now, testing boundaries they knew they’d already crossed.

Their laughter turned to low whispers, their words meant only for him.
“Dare you to last through all three of us,” Sally whispered.
“Dare you to show us more,” Beth added, fingers tightening.
“Dare you to make us forget our husbands,” Cathy finished, her tone husky with tipsy abandon.

The towel shifted as all three hands worked beneath, and the women’s flushed faces said it all: inhibition was gone, and they were savoring every stolen second.

The towel twitched and shifted as three pairs of hands teased, brushed, and squeezed beneath it. Their giggles had turned into low, conspiratorial laughter, the kind that only came from wine and wicked daring.

Gary tried to keep his breathing steady, but each stroke made it harder to sit still. His 3 former teachers were already putting him through the wringer.

Sally’s fingers slipped boldly under the elastic of the thong, stroking skin. “Mmm… such a shame to keep this thing on,” she whispered, eyes dancing with delight.

Beth bit her lip, sliding her hand over his hip, tugging at the fabric. “Yes, teacher says it’s time to remove all distractions.” Her laughter was low and breathy, but her hand was insistent.

Cathy leaned in so close her perfume surrounded him, her husky whisper tickling his ear. “Take it off, Gary. Let us have our little peek… no one else has to know.”

Gary’s chest rose and fell, the heat of their hands overwhelming him. He gave in with a grin, shifting under the towel. A quick movement, a lift of his hips — and the green thong slid free.

The women gasped softly as he pulled it from beneath the towel. He dangled it for a moment, then dropped it onto the small table in front of them, right between their wine glasses.

The sight made the women dissolve into laughter, high-pitched and breathless. Sally slapped the table with her palm. “Oh, my Lord, he actually did it!”

Beth’s eyes sparkled, her hand still buried beneath the towel. “And now it’s just us and him… nothing between us anymore.”

Cathy reached across the table, plucked up the thong with two fingers, and twirled it playfully before letting it fall back onto the napkins. Her cheeks were flushed, her smile daring. “Would you look at that,” she said, voice husky. “One little strip of green cloth, and suddenly we’re free women—no husbands, no boredom, no rules. Just us… and him.”

The three of them leaned in tighter, their laughter melting into heavy breaths. Under the towel, their hands grew bolder. Sally’s fingers curled around him firmly now, stroking with the confidence of a woman who had long forgotten what it felt like to be timid.

Beth’s hand slipped lower, cupping and teasing, her nails grazing lightly. “Good Lord,” she whispered, eyes locked on his face, “I think we’re going to need a new kind of math to measure this.”

Cathy slid her palm along his length, her touch lingering, reverent yet hungry. “Mercy,” she murmured again, shaking her head in disbelief. “Do you realize what we’d have given for this kind of thrill twenty years ago?”

The towel twitched with every stroke and squeeze, the motion obvious to anyone who might have glanced their way—but in their corner booth, shielded by shadows and laughter, they felt untouchable.

Their whispers turned to a chant of dares, layered and teasing, spoken hot against his ears.
“Dare you to stay hard for all three of us,” Sally breathed.
“Dare you to let us take turns,” Beth added, her lips brushing his shoulder.
“Dare you to make us forget tonight ever ends,” Cathy finished, her hand tightening as the others giggled.

The air was thick, their shameless touching as much about defiance as desire. For the first time in decades, they were alive in a way that had nothing to do with duty — and everything to do with Gary.

The towel rippled and shifted, the three pairs of hands moving with growing boldness, stroking, cupping, squeezing. Their giggles had deepened into low, breathy laughter, the kind that came from too much wine and too few inhibitions.

Gary gritted his teeth, trying to hold steady, but the women were relentless. Sally’s grip was firm, confident, like she had claimed him. Beth’s teasing strokes kept him twitching with every brush. Cathy’s hand lingered longer than the others, her touch deliberate, reverent, as if she were worshipping him in secret.

“God help us,” Sally whispered, her breath hot against his cheek. “I have to see this.”

Before either of the others could stop her, she whipped the towel back with one dramatic flick.

The three women gasped in unison, their laughter giving way to shocked delight.

“Ohhhhh…” Sally’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her chest. “It’s huge!”
Beth leaned in closer, her face flushed. “Bigger than I ever expected…” Her gaze lingered, shameless and hungry.

Cathy let out a throaty giggle, shaking her head. “Mercy. That’s… much bigger than my husband’s.” She slapped her own thigh in helpless laughter, and the others joined in, shoulders shaking, their shock quickly melting back into tipsy glee.

The towel hung loose in Sally’s hand, forgotten as they stared openly, giggling like girls sneaking peeks at something forbidden. Beth tilted her head, bronze leg brushing his as she murmured, “This is what we’ve been missing all these years. Sitting at home, being good little wives… when this was out here.”

Finally, Sally tossed the towel back across his lap, though not before letting it linger long enough to sear the image into their minds. “Well,” she grinned wickedly, “now we know. And I daresay I’ll never forget that view.”

The towel settled again, and instantly their hands returned beneath it, emboldened by the glimpse. They teased him with fresh abandon, whispering and giggling, daring each other to be bolder.

Beth was the next to break. Her eyes darted left and right, then back to the towel. With a sly grin, she slipped her fingers under the edge and tugged it aside just enough to uncover him again — this time holding it back longer, savoring the view.

“Ohhh… Lord,” she breathed, biting her lip, her face inches from his lap. “It’s even bigger than it looked the first time.” She giggled and shot Sally a look. “No wonder we can see it twitch every time he sees your legs….it’s huge!!”

Cathy leaned across the table, her voice husky. “Beth, you’re terrible,” she scolded playfully, though her eyes were riveted. Then, quieter, almost reverently: “But my God, what a sight…much much bigger than the one I have at home !”

The towel slid back into place again, but the memory lingered heavier now, their giggles charged with disbelief, their whispers more daring. Beneath the fabric, their hands explored with renewed boldness, each touch a little firmer, each squeeze a little longer, as if the longer look had stripped away whatever shreds of inhibition remained.

Continue reading at Part Two 

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Carol adjusted the silver tiara on her head, laughing as her best friend Diane slid a neon pink sash over her shoulder that read Birthday Queen.

“Sixty-four and fabulous!” Diane declared, clinking her margarita glass against Carol’s.

“Sixty-four and single,” chimed in Marjorie, raising her own glass.

“Sixty-four and ready for an adventure!” Brenda added with a mischievous grin.

The four women laughed, their excitement bubbling like the champagne in their glasses. Carol had never imagined celebrating her birthday at a male revue, but her friends had insisted, and after years of being the responsible grandmother, she had decided, Why not?

The club was dimly lit, the stage illuminated by flashing colored lights. A booming voice announced the next act, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Carol took a sip of her drink, feeling the bass reverberate through her chest. When she was younger, she would have been scandalized by the idea of half-naked men dancing for money. But tonight, she wasn’t a grandmother. She wasn’t a wife who had spent decades putting others first. Tonight, she was simply Carol, celebrating a life well-lived.

The first dancer sauntered onto the stage, all chiseled abs and oiled-up biceps, thrusting his hips in time to the music. Marjorie fanned herself dramatically.

“Ladies, I think we’ve made an excellent decision,” she quipped.

As the night progressed, the performances became more extravagant. One dancer performed a cowboy routine, another a fireman act. The women cheered and clapped, tossing playful flirtations at the men who came to their table.

Then, the lights dimmed, and a sultry beat filled the air. A deep voice purred through the speakers.

“Ladies, prepare yourselves for the one and only… Dante.”

Carol sipped her drink, ready to enjoy the next act. But when the spotlight hit the stage, she almost choked.

There, standing in nothing but a tight black thong, was her 21-year-old grandson, Jason. His golden skin gleamed under the lights, every muscle in his athletic body flexing as he moved.

Carol’s breath caught in her throat. Oh, dear God. she said softly to herself.

Her friends noticed her stunned expression.

“Carol, are you all right?” Diane asked, leaning in.

“I—I think I know that young man,” she croaked, her face burning.

Brenda, eyes twinkling, grinned.

“Well, if you know him, be a dear and introduce us!”

Jason prowled toward their table, hips rolling in a practiced, hypnotic rhythm.

When he locked eyes with Carol, his confident smirk faltered for a fraction of a second. But like a true performer, he quickly recovered, flashing his grandmother a dazzling grin before stepping closer.

“Hello Ladies,” he purred, his voice smooth as silk.

Marjorie practically purred back.

“Well, hello there, handsome.”

Diane giggled.

“My goodness, look at those arms!”

Brenda leaned in with a playful smile.

“Where do they find these men? I swear, they look like they were sculpted by the gods.”

Jason flexed, giving them an exaggerated wink.

“It’s all part of the experience, ladies.”

Carol, still in shock, could barely process the moment. Her grandson, her baby Jason, was standing before her in next to nothing while her girlfriends shamelessly flirted with him.

She cleared her throat.

“Jason,” she hissed under her breath.

He leaned down, his sculpted chest mere inches from her face and the large bulge in his thong nearly touching her knee.

“Nana?” he whispered, looking sheepish.

“What on Earth are you doing here?” she asked, mortified yet somehow unable to look away. She sneaked a quick glance at his large bulge as it brushed against her knee momentarily.

“Uh… working?” He gave an awkward shrug, his muscles rippling.

Diane gasped.

“Jason? Your grandson Jason?”

Marjorie giggled.

“Sweetie, you’ve been hiding this from us all this time?”

Brenda, always the quickest to recover, let out an amused chuckle.

“Well, I have to say, Carol, your genes are impeccable.”

Carol groaned, burying her face in her hands.

Then, despite herself, she couldn’t help but notice something else. Jason’s thong seemed to be covering something really big. A thought popped into her head, and before she could stop herself, she smirked and quipped,

“Are you hiding a giant cucumber in your thong, young man? It’s not right to shoplift!”

Jason, ever the showman, raised an eyebrow and grinned.

“Nana, you wound me. This is all-natural… and all me.”

Marjorie nearly choked on her drink. Diane and Brenda burst into laughter.

Carol, now over her initial embarrassment and feeling bolder than she had in years, winked playfully at Jason.

“Well, let me tell you something young man, if that is all you inside that thong, then you are at least twice as big as your grandpa.” with a giggle.

Jason laughed and then boldly asked with a devilish grin “And do you prefer a big one nana ?”

Carol playfully smiled back at him and said “Well of course I do young man!”

Jason grinned knowingly and asked “Since this is your birthday, do you want me to take off my thong so you can see it?”

Carol, still smiling at Jason, playfully put her index finger on her chin, pretending to debate with herself for a few moments if she should say yes, and then said “I know I’m supposed to be a good grandma and say no… but God forgive me, yes I want to see it. Oh my God, I can’t believe I just said that !”

With a confident smile, Jason said “I had a feeling you would say yes.”

Carol responded “I bet you did, you little devil!” now blushing, but smiling back at him playfully.

Now Jason stood straight and got even closer to where Carol was sitting, and stood straddling her legs as she sat, with his bulging thong only inches in front of her face.

Carol looked upwards at the handsome, smiling face of her grandson and realized she was feeling very turned on by the whole situation.

She was blushing profusely and said “This is so bad ! I can’t believe I’m even doing this… what a horrible grandma I am !”

Marjorie responded “Just relax girl ! Enjoy the experience… we only live once !” giggling along with the other women.

As her girlfriends watched very intently, Jason suddenly pulled down his thong to his ankles, revealing the biggest penis that any of the women had ever seen, around 9 or 10 inches long, and very thick.

Jason smiled down at Carol and with a mischievious voice said “Happy Birthday nana !”

Carol gasped and said “Oh my God ! Jason ! It’s huge baby !” in a very enthusiatic tone, quickly losing her embarrassment. She looked up at him and smiling happily, gave him her flirtiest wink.

Her girlfriends laughed and cheered and also said “Happy Birthday Carol !”

Marjorie had a shocked look on her face, as she stared at Jason’s giant manhood, covering her mouth with both hands.

Diane playfully exclaimed “Girl ! That’s the biggest and best birthday present you’ve ever had ! Enjoy it girlfriend ! Don’t be shy, tonight is your night !”

Now at a loss for words, Carol could only smile and alternate looking up at Jason’s confident, smiling face and at his giant cock, and felt herself getting more turned on, despite her initial reluctance and inhibitions.

Jason told her, with a very knowing tone “Nana, go ahead and take it in your hand and stroke it a little, if you want.”

Carol replied, still blushing and a little embarrassed “You know that I want to young man. How could any woman not want to, you naughty boy!” as her girlfriends giggled.

And as she took his large cock into her hand and began to slowly stroke it, flirtily smiling up at him, she giggled and said “Oh my God! I can’t believe I’m doing this! This is so bad !”

Her girlfriends also giggled and Marjorie said “Believe it girl ! Enjoy that huge present ! And don’t be shy about it!”

Carol, still stroking his cock, looked up at Jason’s handsome face and said “She’s right. I don’t need to be shy tonight do I ?”

His voice now sounding deeper and more authoritative, Jason replied “No need to be shy at all nana. It’s too late for that now… I wanna see how much you can fit into your mouth.”

Carol gasped and said “Ohhhhh my God ! You are such a bad boy Jason ! You’re not supposed to say that to your own grandma … you naughty boy !”

Jason did not respond, but remaining silent, he gently but firmly grabbed her hair on the back of her head, doing it with a calm confidence as if he had done it many times before, and holding her hair firmly in his right hand, he ordered Carol with the same calm, authoritative tone “Stop stroking it nana and open your mouth. I wanna fuck your mouth now.”

Carol, now having forgotten her inhibitions and extremely turned on, in a very soft and demure voice, simply said “OK” deciding to be obedient and submissive to her grandson’s orders.

Jason, still gripping her hair, slowly inserted his huge cock into her mouth. She managed to get 7 or 8 inches in, then her gag reflex kicked in.
Jason quickly pulled out, letting her recover her breath, as she coughed and sputtered.

Her girlfriends laughed loudly and Diane said “Come on girl ! You can do it ! We believe in you !”

Carol recovered quickly and had a single tear rolling down her face, due to the hard coughing while getting her breath back.

She was at a loss for words again, hardly able to believe what was happening, but completely enjoying every minute.

Jason, in his knowing tone of voice, which came from doing this with dozens of other woman at the club, asked Carol “Wanna try it again nana ?” confident of how she would answer.

Carol, still very demure, simply said “OK” in a very sweet, soft voice.

Jason grabbed her hair again, now a little more roughly, and said “Good girl ! That’s the spirit !” and slowly inserted his big cock into her eager mouth, instructing her to breathe through her nose as he pushed more into her mouth.

This time, Carol managed about 9 inches, before gagging. Jason quickly pulled out and Carol coughed even harder than the first time. Tears now rolling out of both of her eyes from the strong coughing.

Jason patiently waited for her to recover. Carol and her girlfriends could tell by his calm demeanor that he had done this many times before.

Now recovered, Carol was still demure and silent, simply smiling up at Jason’s confident face.

“Just keep smiling at me with that pretty smile nana.” Jason said in his authoratative voice as he stood even closer to her, and began to rub his big cock all over her face, as she smiled up at him.

As he face-fucked her, Jason asked “I bet grandpa never made you choke on his dick, like I just did, huh ?” smiling at her devilishly.

Carol, still coy and demure, answered “Never.” in a subdued and gentle little voice. She continued smiling up at Jason, her eyes now more seductive.

Jason continued rubbing his big cock all over her smiling face, sometimes cock slapping her face, for the next 3 or 4 minutes.

He then said “Let’s have you try to get all this big cock in your mouth again, nana. Practice makes perfect.”

Carol answered in a voice sounding both flirty and playful but also motherly, said “Ok baby” completely obedient to her well endowed grandson.

Jason again grabbed her hair in his hand, now being even rougher, and ordered Carol “Open your mouth for this big cock bad girl. I know you love it.”

Carol obeyed and Jason shoved almost all his cock into her mouth, without warning, causing Carol to gag immediately.

Jason pulled out, letting her recover. After she recovered, now with more tears streaming, Carol looked over at her girlfriends and sheepishly said “I can’t believe this is happening girls ! Please don’t judge me ?” now feeling a little embarrassed again.

Her girlfriends laughed and Diane said “No judgement tonight ! We all want to be you right now ! Enjoy that huge cock while you can !!”

Brenda enthusiastically added “None of us have a big cock like that one at home. Try to tame it girl ! We want you to make him cum !”

Carol giggled and said “I want to see him cum too ! Oh God ! I’m so bad tonight !” and then looked up at Jason, smiling playfully at him, she said “I want you to cum for me baby, ok ?”

Jason, in a deep voice said “I’m gonna cum for you bad girl. A lot… I know how much you bad girls want my cum. But I want you to choose one of your girlfriends to help you. This big cock needs 2 girls to make it cum.”

Carol giggled and said “As big as yours is baby… I’m not surprised !” and then said “Diane… I need your help with this monster cock, come on girl !”

Diane giggled happily, and sat next to Carol, moving her chair closer to Carol’s.

Jason said “Not sitting on the chairs ladies… I need both of you on your knees on the floor. Put your jackets on the floor and kneel on top of them.”

Diane and Carol did as Jason instructed, and were soon on their knees. Jason stood directly over them and said “Diane, you suck my cock naughty girl, and try to get most of it in your mouth, and you nana, lick my balls while Diane sucks. Show me what bad girls you are.”

The 2 friends did as they were told while Jason stood with his hands on his hips, a satisfied and confident smile on his face, clearly having this same experience dozens of times before.

After about 5 minutes of having Carol and Diane double team him, he said “Now its time for Marjorie and Brenda to take over for a few minutes. Come over here girls and get on your knees. Nana and Diane… go sit in your chairs for a few minutes, until I call you back to duty.”

Brenda giggled and said “Obviously this young man has done this before… God only knows with how many women ! I love how he takes charge !”

All the ladies changed positions and now Marjorie and Brenda were kneeling. Marjorie sucking Jason’s huge cock, while Brenda licked his balls.

After making Marjorie choke on his cock, he had her licking his balls, while he made Brenda choke on his cock.

Both ladies recovered and Jason relaxed again, standing with his hands on his hips, letting the 2 women service his cock and balls.

He noticed that Carol and Diane were watching intently and smiling at him, and the 2 ladies whispered in each other’s ear, giggling happily.

Jason felt himself getting close to cumming and he said to Brenda and Marjorie “Ok enough bad girls… you 2 are almost gonna make me cum, but I want to cum for my nana.”

All 4 women laughed and Jason pulled away from Brenda and Marjorie momentarily, looked up at the ceiling and said to himself “Don’t cum yet … don’t cum yet. Save it for nana.”
The 4 ladies giggled at hearing this conversation with himself.

After he had calmed down a little, he again stood directly over Brenda and Marjorie and slapped their faces with his giant cock for a minute or 2, while asking them “Is this what you bad girls like ? A big cock, bigger than your husbands’ cocks, slapping your faces ?”
Brenda and Marjorie giggled playfully and Brenda answered “It’s what all bad girls like, bad boy !”

Jason continued “And do you little sluts wanna see me cum all over my nana’s face ?”

All 4 ladies answered almost in unison “Yessss ! Do it !!”

Jason said “Alright then… let’s make it happen now. Get over here nana… on your knees. All 4 of you little sluts on your knees, faces close together.”

The 4 women giggled and Diane said “Oh my God.. he’s really going to cum… I can’t believe this !”
While Brenda said “This is so Hot ! Ohhhh I want to see how much cum that big cock shoots !”

With all 4 women kneeling, faces pushed together, his nana in the center, Jason began stroking his cock rapidly, several inches away from their faces.

From his experience, he knew not to have his cock too close to their faces, as it would make him shoot past their faces, over their heads.

While he stroked his big dick, all 4 ladies looked up at him with their flirtiest smiles, eager for him to explode.

Diane asked him playfully “Has anyone ever told you that you have a really big dick ?”

Jason grinned and said “I’ve heard that once or twice.”

Carol playfully told him “Come on baby.. give us all your cum. Splatter our faces… me and my girls… we want it! Come on baby… soak us !”

With that, Jason said “Close your eyes and stick out your tongue, nana.” and then groaned and roughly grabbed Carol’s hair and shot 3 strong spurts of cum in her face and on her tongue, while she giggled like a teen-ager.

The remaining 5 or 6 spurts, he aimed at the faces of the other 3 ladies. Getting a good amount of cum on all 4 ladies, he felt very satisfied.

All 4 women were giggling happily, as Jason’s cock finally stopped spurting, they all checked each other out, surprised at how much cum covered their faces.

Marjorie looked up at Jason and said “Wowwww ! that was a lot of cum young man ! You must have been really excited !” giggling.

Carol said “Wow baby ! You came so hard ! You soaked us ! Are you Ok honey ? Your legs are trembling !”

Jason remained silent, knowing that the ladies would be joking and laughing amongst each other, as his experience had shown him.

Carol’s girlfriends giggled and Brenda said “His legs are trembling because he came like a champ !”

Diane said “And look at his cock girls… it’s still huge !” and leaned forward and gave Jason’s cock a little kiss on the tip, and said “Great job !” smiling at him, still flirting.

Carol also leaned forward, her face splatted with cum, and gave a quick playful kiss to the tip of Jason’s cock, still semi hard, and still 8 inches or more, only a little smaller after cumming.
She winked at him and said “Good job honey. You gave us a shower !”

Brenda and Marjorie copied Diane and Carol… giving playful kisses to the tip of Jason’s cock, smiling up at him admiringly.

Diane said “It’s so sad that none of us has a husband with a huge cock like this one, girls !” as she leaned forward again and playfully kissed Jason’s cock again.

Majorie replied “It’s not fair girls !” and also gave another kiss to Jason’s now recovering cock.

Jason was getting excited seeing how playful the ladies were still being, clearly wanting to play more.

Carol repeated “Yeah ! It’s not fair at all !” and gave another playful kiss to Jason’s recovering and growing cock and looking up at him to give him a playful wink.

Brenda copied the others, saying “Not fair at all, ladies… we all deserve a big cock like this one !” and playfully kissed the tip of Jason’s now almost completely recovered cock.

Diane said “Do you girls see what I see ? I think we got him fully hard again. Wow !” winking at Jason, flirting with him, then kissing his cock.

Marjorie replied “You’re right… it’s back to 95% again… what a healthy young man !” and playfully gave another kiss to Jason’s cock.

Carol said “Of course he’s a healthy young man.. he’s my grandson ! Come here baby… let me give that big bad cock some more affection.”

Jason then stood over Carol, and she took his big cock in her hand, and began slowly stroking it, while at the same time sucking on just the head of his cock.
She stroked the remaining 7 or 8 inches while sucking the head. She also looked up into his handsome face as she sucked and stroked, with the most seductive eyes that she could give him.

Diane said “That’s it girl… get it !” and Brenda said “Yeahhhh he’s back at 100% now… Suck that huge cock girl.. suck it dry !”

Jason finally spoke for the first time after cumming, and said “Ohhhhhh fuck.. you little sluts are relentless !”

They all giggled and Brenda said “That’s right ! And don’t you forget it !”

Carol stopped sucking his cock long enough to say “And I’m the most relentless, shameless little slut of all of us… except for maybe Diane !” and all the women laughed loudly, even Diane, as she blushed.

Jason replied in a deep voice “That’s right.. I’m glad that I made you become a little slut tonight nana… Now suck my big cock bad girl. show me what you can do.”

He then grabbed Carol’s hair quite roughly, yanking her mouth away from his cock, and said to her “Now tell me bad girl… Tell me that you like my big cock more than my grandpa’s little dick.”

Carol lightly slapped his leg and smiling she said “Bad boy… how can I say that ! You are terrible !” while her girlfriends giggled.

Jason persisted “Tell me bad girl.. that you like my big cock more than grandpa’s little dick, if not… I was gonna fuck you at my place when we leave here tonight… but you need to tell me, that mine is bigger and better than grandpa’s little dick.” yanking her hair again.

Carol surrendered and said “Ok, ok, ok.. yessss I like your giant cock much more than your Grandpa’s sad little dick…You already know that ! and please fuck me later tonight, ok baby ? Promise me ? I really need it ! Oh my God.. this is so bad ! Look at how you are making me sin tonight !! You are such a bad boy !!! “

Marjorie said “He’s the worst ! But we can’t resist him ! Look at that body and that giant cock !” making Brenda and Diane laugh.

Jason said to Carol “Now choke on my big cock bad girl… I know you love it.” as he quickly shoved at least 9 inches into her mouth, without warning, making her gag immediately.

He quickly pulled out, and as Carol was still coughing, he quickly yanked Diane by the hair, told her “Open your mouth slut!” and repeated the same thing he had just done with Carol.
As Diane gagged and coughed, he quickly pulled out, and repeated the same thing with Brenda, then Marjorie, in rapid succession.

To be continued… check back here for Part 2, coming soon.

The story posted here may or may not be true…as shared by a real male stripper…

and if it is true, then…

Names and locations have been changed to protect the innocent and the not-so-innocent.

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Eric, a 19-year-old male stripper, had just finished performing in a lively male revue when, much to his surprise, he noticed his 48-year-old aunt seated with two of her friends in the audience. After the show, he decided to approach their table to say hello. His aunt, initially caught off-guard, seemed both surprised and delighted to see him there.

The ladies, having enjoyed at least three drinks each, were in good spirits and clearly entertained by the unexpected encounter.

As Eric approached the table, his Aunt Lisa gave him a very thorough once-over, her eyes lingering on the large bulge in his thong, grinning mischieviously. “Well, Eric,” she said, raising an eyebrow, “I didn’t realize you were carrying… quite so much talent.” Her friends burst into laughter, clearly enjoying her quip, with one adding, “You definitely bring a lot to the stage!”

The playful banter continued until Lisa, now a bit more serious but still smiling, looked up at Eric and teased, “So, for educational purposes only, would you mind showing us a little more?” She winked at Eric, and all three ladies dissolved into laughter.

Eric laughed and said “Sure ladies, no problem. Just keep this a secret from your husbands! They probably wouldn’t like knowing about this, since I’m sure they can’t compete.”

“Ohhhhh that’s already a foregone conclusion based on what we can already see ! You’ve got them all beat !” laughed Lisa “We promise to keep this a secret forever and ever ! Let’s see that big beast, pretty please !” all 3 ladies giggling.

“Alright then ladies… Merry Christmas !” Eric said, laughing as he pulled his thong down to his ankles in one swift motion, revealing what his aunt and her girlfriends were so eager to see.

The three girls gasped in unison as they looked at Eric’s generous manhood, at least 9 inches in length and very thick. All three girls noticed that Eric was not even fully erect, but still sported the largest dick they had ever seen.

After nearly 10 seconds of stunned silence, Lisa’s friend Mary said “Ohhhhhh my God ! Eric ! It’s… humongous!” with an astonished tone.

Lisa now able to speak, said “Wow Eric ! It’s huge honey ! You’ve totally got all our husbands beat !” and all three ladies giggled mischieviously.

Lisa’s other friend, Beth, added “Yeah Eric you’re twice as big as my hubby… what a nice big dick you have ! I think it deserves a little kiss… don’t you agree ladies ?”

Both Mary and Lisa enthusiastically said “Agreed!” in unison. And Lisa grabbed Eric’s wrist and gently pulled him closer to her and her friends, seated on a small sofa.

Now, his giant manhood only inches in front of their faces, Mary said “Wow girls ! Is it just me… or has it gotten even bigger in the last 30 seconds?”

“It’s not just you girl… It has gotten bigger!” Lisa said cheerfully.

At this comment from his aunt, Eric’s cock twitched and bounced, causing all three girls to giggle playfully.

Beth then stated “Somebody is happy to have the attention of three lovely ladies ! Let’s see if I can make him even happier!” and then took Eric’s large cock in one hand, while Lisa also grabbed it in one hand. Beth then gave a quick and playful lick to the tip of Eric’s cock, quickly followed by his aunt doing the same.

Then both ladies said “Mary, it’s your turn.” and Mary responded cheerily “Don’t have to ask me twice girls!” and playfully licked the tip of Eric’s very popular cock, making it twitch again and jerk upwards then bounce back downwards, much to the girls delight, making them squeal excitedly.

To be continued…. check back here soon for the remainder of the story.

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Clara

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Two days after their wild evening with Nick, Evelyn and Clara were sitting in Evelyn’s kitchen and talking about their wild experience with Nick.

The memory of that evening still lingered in their minds. They had talked about it, laughed about it, admitted to each other that each of them had gone to sleep at night thinking about his giant manhood with moist panties, and eventually, Clara had suggested that they have another fun evening with Nick.

Clara stirred her tea, trying to keep her composure, but the thought kept resurfacing.

“I still can’t believe it,” Clara said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I mean, really, how is someone that big?”

Evelyn giggled like a school girl, shaking her head in disbelief. “I know, right? I thought your father was… well, perfectly fine for all those years, but Nick? That’s on a whole other level. I’ve never seen anything like that in my life. Girl…oh my God…it’s huge! I was in shock…and then.. hornier than a billy goat !”

Clara laughed and the 2 women exchanged a High 5. Then Clara leaned forward, her eyes widening. “Same with Harold. I mean, he’s always been… average. I never thought about it much until, well, this. But with Nick? It’s like—what did we even know before?”

Evelyn laughed, covering her mouth to stifle it, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Exactly! Your father was a good man, but girl…. he definitely didn’t have…. That ! I feel like I’ve been missing out on something I never even knew existed.”

Clara giggled, shaking her head. “I know what you mean. Harold’s great, but seeing Nick….Wow ! Girl let me tell you… it’s like comparing a baseball bat to a toothpick!”

The ladies exchanged another High 5, laughing loudly. And then Evelyn stated “It’ just that Nick…. is just… something else. Hard for any woman to resist… with what he’s packing !”

Now Nick was back, only 4 days later, at Evelyn’s request, and had arrived just a few moments ago, looking as confident as ever. He stood in front of them now, a playful grin on his face, his muscular frame barely contained by the loose-fitting jeans and tight white tank top he wore. The music pulsed, and as the beat dropped, Nick began to move.

The living room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a few candles casting flickering shadows across the walls. The bass-heavy beat of a hip-hop track reverberated through the space, setting the mood for the night’s unusual event. Clara and Evelyn sat on the plush sofa, side by side, their eyes wide with a mixture of anticipation and nervous excitement. Both women exchanged glances, eager for whatever Nick wanted to do with them.

His hips swayed rhythmically, his body moving with the fluid grace of someone who knew exactly how to command attention. Clara felt her breath hitch as Nick’s eyes locked onto hers, his movements slow and deliberate, teasing them with every step. He spun around, showing off the curve of his back and the firmness of his body, before turning back to face them with a seductive grin.

Evelyn, watching closely, let out a small laugh. She couldn’t believe how comfortable she felt watching a man only 1 year younger than her own Grandson dance so provocatively in her living room. There was something liberating about it, and extremely exciting because it felt so naughty, nearly forbidden. And remembering Nick’s very large cock from just 4 days prior, Evelyn felt herself becoming aroused.
Her panties, she could feel, were already getting moist from the excitement she felt.

As the music continued, Nick reached for the hem of his tank top, his fingers slipping underneath the fabric as he slowly lifted it over his head. He revealed his sculpted chest, the play of muscles beneath his smooth skin drawing the gaze of both women. Clara felt her pulse quicken, her mother’s soft intake of breath confirming she wasn’t the only one entranced by the sight.

Nick tossed the shirt aside, letting it fall to the floor without a second thought. His eyes flickered between Clara and Evelyn, reading their reactions, enjoying the power he held over the room. With each movement, he edged closer to the sofa, making sure to give them both equal attention. His hips rolled in time with the music, his hands sliding over his torso in a way that left little to the imagination.

Clara found herself biting her lip and looking seductively at Nick as he danced. Evelyn, meanwhile, was practically beaming, her eyes twinkling with a mix of flirtiness and eagerness for more.

Nick took his time with the performance, slowly reaching for the button of his jeans. He undid it with a flick of his fingers, teasing them as he slid the zipper down. The fabric loosened around his hips, and with a smooth, practiced motion, he let the jeans fall to the floor, leaving him standing in nothing but a pair of tight-fitting black boxers.

The outline of his arousal was obvious, and both women stared, momentarily speechless. Nick’s body was the epitome of youthful vigor, and Evelyn could feel her panties becoming very moist.

Nick moved closer to them, his smile widening as he danced just inches away from where they sat. The heat between them was palpable, the thrum of the music blending with the quickened beats of their hearts. He leaned in, his voice low and teasing as he spoke. “Now, ladies,” he said, his tone filled with playful authority, “I think it’s time you gave me a little help with the last piece.”

Clara glanced at her mother, both of them with mischievious smiles, both ladies eager to see Nick’s giant penis again.

With eager hands, Clara reached for the waistband of Nick’s boxers, her fingers brushing against his skin. Evelyn, not one to be outdone, joined in, her touch feeling equally maternal and mischievious to Nick. Together, the 2 ladies tugged the boxers down as a team, revealing the final piece of Nick’s anatomy.

As the boxers slid off, both women gasped in unison, their eyes widening in shock. Nick’s penis, fully erect, was larger than either of them had remembered it being 4 days prior. For a moment, they were both speechless, their hands frozen in place as they stared at his giant manhood admiringly.

And then, almost simultaneously, the astonishment gave way to huge smiles on both faces of the Mother-Daughter team.

Clara was the first to speak, “Oh my god… Nick!” she giggled. “It looks even bigger than last time!”

Evelyn wasn’t far behind, giggling playfully as she shook her head in disbelief. “I thought I was prepared, and I remember how big it was last time… but this is… it’s just… oh my god, Clara, look at him!” Her voice was high-pitched with excitement, her hands resting on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.

Nick, standing before them, couldn’t help but smile, clearly enjoying the reaction he had provoked. His confidence remained unshaken, and he seemed to revel in the fact that the 2 girls were getting hot and bothered. “Glad I could give you ladies a little surprise,” he said with a wink.

The two women giggled mischieviously, unable to stop as they took in the sight of Nick’s impressive size. It wasn’t just the fact that he was well-endowed—it was the whole scenario, how naughty and forbidden it felt. Here they were, mother and daughter, Clara old enough to Nick’s mother, and Evelyn old enough to be his Grandmother, ready and eager for Nick’s huge penis and for whatever he had in store for them.
They both liked his authoritative demeanor and being submissive to his commands. Each woman knew and admitted to themselves, that they were never very submissive to their own husbands.

The fact that Nick was so young and already so authoritative and sure of himself, made both ladies have wet panties, aside from the fact that his penis is the biggest either lady has ever seen.

Now, completely nude and with his 10 inch cock fully erect, Nick stood in front of the 2 smiling girls sitting on the sofa.

With his authoritative voice he said “Now Evelyn, give my cock a quick kiss on the tip, to break the ice.”

Evelyn quickly did as she was told, and after the kiss, looked up at Nick and gave him a flirty wink.

“Now Clara, do the same.” Nick ordered.

Clara also quickly complied, and gave Nick a playful wink as well.

Nick then said “Perfect! Now that the ice is broken, Evelyn I want you to take as much of my cock into your mouth as you can, until you gag on it… then I’ll pull out like a gentleman so you can catch your breath.”

Evelyn replied, in her maternal yet playful voice “Okay sweetie. Gag me with it.”

Both girls giggled.

“But first…” Nick added “Before you do it… I want you to tell me that my cock makes you 10 times hornier as your departed husband’s little dick. And tell me that you are a little slut.”

Evelyn smiled mischieviously and said “Ohhhh Nick.. you are so bad…you’re terrible !! Okay.. your monster cock makes me 1,000 times hornier than my late husband’s tiny dick. My panties are already soaked just looking at your horse dick. And yes, you’ve made me into a slut!”

Clara laughed, and the 2 ladies exchanged a quick High 5. Neither of them upset that Nick was making Evelyn speak of her deceased husband (and Clara’s Dad) in a belittling way.

In fact, both ladies were clearly amused.

At that moment, Nick suddenly grabbed Evelyn’s hair in his left hand, none too gently, and holding his big cock in his right hand, began using it to slap Evelyn’s face several times, then rubbing it all over her face for nearly 2 minutes. Clara watched, smiling.

Again, while dick slapping Evelyn’s face, Nick said “Tell me again how much better my cock is, than your late husband’s.” As he slapped her face with his big cock, Evelyn said “Ohhhhhh Nick…your huge dick is sooooo much better than his baby dick.. he never could make me come, not even once… any woman would choose your horse cock over my departed hubby’s pathetic little dick.”

Clara laughed loudly, clearly amused at how Nick was making her Mother belittle her own Dad, even though he was a very loving Dad and husband. She said “I just hope Dad can’t see any of this, and can’t hear what you are saying !” laughing.

Evelyn giggled and said “Girl… right now.. I’m so horny, I don’t even care if he can or not !”

Nick smiled with satisfaction, and both ladies laughed devilishly.

Then, Nick ordered Evelyn to open her mouth, which she eagerly did, and forcefully yanking her by the hair, he shoved most of his 10 inches into her mouth.
Evelyn gagged almost immediately and Nick pulled out quickly, letting her catch her breath.

She coughed and sputtered for several seconds before regaining her composure, then said “Ohhhhh God… Nick.. baby… my dear departed hubby could never make me gag and choke with his sad little baby dick… do it again baby. Gag me with that big donkey dick.”

Nick did as she asked, making her gag quickly and easily, while roughly yanking her hair.

Once more, Evelyn regained her breath, after coughing and sputtering, and said “Wow ! Nick… how could my dear late hubby’s pathetic baby dick ever make my panties soaking wet as they are right now? Any woman would choose your gi-normous cock baby.”

Clara smiled approvingly and Nick chuckled impishly.

“That’s what I like to hear Evelyn… you’ve become a slut in record time.” Nick laughed.

Both girls giggled mischieviously, now completely shameless.

“Now, Clara… you’re up. Open that mouth wide, you little slut.” Nick said with his authoritative voice which the 2 girls loved so much.

To be continued…… check back here soon for updates.

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Clara sat in the cozy corner of the café, her fingers nervously tapping on the edge of her coffee cup. A week had passed since that unforgettable night with Nick, and though the experience had left her feeling more alive than she had in years, it had also stirred something deeper—something she hadn’t quite expected.

It wasn’t just about her. Clara’s mother, Evelyn, had been widowed for over a decade. At sixty-five, she was still a vibrant woman, full of life, but Clara knew all too well that her mother had the same unspoken desires. They had talked about it in whispers, late at night after a glass of wine, both women laughing about their shared frustrations. Though Evelyn had never outright said it, Clara knew that the years of solitude had taken their toll. There was a longing in her mother’s eyes, one that mirrored Clara’s own before she had met Nick.

And now, here she was, about to do something she never imagined—introduce her mother to the man who had rekindled her own fire.

The door to the café jingled as it opened, and Clara’s heart skipped a beat when she saw Nick walk in. He looked just as charming and confident as ever, his youthful energy seeming to radiate from him as he scanned the room for her. His eyes met hers, and he gave her a grin that made her heart flutter, despite herself.

“Hey,” he said as he slid into the seat across from her. “You look nervous. What’s going on?”

Clara swallowed hard, her fingers still fidgeting with the coffee cup. “Nick, I—this is going to sound strange, but I need to ask you something. Something… big.”

Nick raised an eyebrow, intrigued but not alarmed. “Okay, shoot.”

Clara took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “My mother, Evelyn, she’s… she’s like me. I mean, she’s been alone for a long time, and I know she has needs, just like I did. She’s been widowed for over ten years, and I thought—well, I thought maybe you could meet her. Help her.”

Nick blinked, clearly not expecting that. “You want me to… meet your mom?” He chuckled softly, trying to understand what Clara was getting at.

Clara’s face flushed. “Yes, I mean, no. Not just meet her. I was thinking you could… you know… help her, the way you helped me.”

Nick stared at her for a moment, processing her request. “Clara, are you sure? I mean, that’s a lot to ask. She’s your mom.”

“I know it sounds crazy,” Clara said, her voice trembling slightly. “But I’m not asking you to do this for me. I’m asking for her. She’s been alone for so long, and I want her to feel the way I felt with you. Alive again.”

Nick leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”

Clara nodded. “Yes. She deserves to be happy, Nick. And I think you could help her.”

Nick sighed softly, his eyes searching Clara’s face for a moment before he finally nodded. “Okay. If you really think it’ll make her happy, I’ll meet her. But this is uncharted territory for me.”

Relief washed over Clara as she smiled at him, her nerves easing slightly. “Thank you, Nick. It means a lot.”

The next evening, Clara brought Nick to her mother’s house. It was a modest, charming home, filled with the warmth of Evelyn’s personality—soft lighting, cozy furniture, and the smell of freshly baked bread wafting from the kitchen. Evelyn had always been the nurturing type, and tonight, she had insisted on preparing a meal for Clara and her “friend.”

As they stepped inside, Evelyn greeted them with her usual bright smile, though Clara could see the curiosity in her mother’s eyes when she saw Nick. Evelyn was still a striking woman at sixty-five, her silver hair neatly styled and her figure trim, dressed in a flowing blouse and slacks. Her energy was palpable, despite her age.

“Well, it’s so nice to meet you, Nick,” Evelyn said, offering her hand. “Clara’s told me a lot about you.”

Nick smiled, shaking her hand gently. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Hale.”

“Evelyn, please,” she said with a wink. “Mrs. Hale makes me feel ancient.”

They sat down for dinner, and conversation flowed easily. Evelyn was charming, as always, and Nick was attentive, engaging her with stories about his life and work. Clara watched as her mother’s eyes sparkled, laughing at Nick’s jokes and hanging on his every word. It was clear that Evelyn was taken with him, just as Clara had been.

As the evening wore on, Clara excused herself, leaving Nick and her mother alone in the living room. Her heart raced as she lingered in the hallway, unsure of what would happen next. She felt a strange mix of emotions—excitement, nervousness, and a hint of jealousy. But more than anything, she wanted her mother to feel alive again.

As Clara stood hidden in the dark hallway, the soft murmur of conversation drifted out from the living room. The warmth of her mother’s laughter and the low, velvety tone of Nick’s voice intertwined in a way that was both intimate and unsettling. She had orchestrated this moment, yet now, with her heart pounding in her chest, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to see and hear what would happen next.

In the living room, Evelyn and Nick sat on the plush couch, their conversation gradually shifting from casual to something deeper.

“You’re quite the charmer, Nick,” Evelyn said with a playful smile. “I can see why Clara speaks so highly of you.”

Nick chuckled softly, leaning back against the cushions, his hand resting on the arm of the couch, just inches away from Evelyn’s. “It’s easy to be charming with someone as beautiful and engaging as you.”

Evelyn blushed, a light pink hue dusting her cheeks, something Clara hadn’t seen in her mother in years. “Oh, stop it,” she laughed softly, but there was a hint of nervousness in her voice. “I’m old enough to be your — well, let’s just say that my daughter Clara is old enough to be your Mom.”

Nick leaned in slightly, his voice lowering. “Age doesn’t matter, Evelyn. It’s about connection. I see a woman who’s full of life, and that’s what’s attractive.”

Clara, lurking in the hallway, could barely breathe. She watched and listened intently as the silence between them stretched, broken only by the subtle creak of the couch as they shifted positions.

“You’re too sweet,” Evelyn said quietly, her voice suddenly softer, almost vulnerable.

Then came a pause. Clara saw that her Mother was eager to follow Nick’s lead, by watching her body language and by the smile on her face, and could hear the faint sound of her mother’s breathing, shallow and quickened, followed by Nick’s quiet words, his voice soothing and patient. “Are you comfortable, Evelyn?”

There was a long beat of silence before her mother responded, her voice a mix of hesitation and excitement. “Yes… yes, I am.”

Clara felt a pang of something—jealousy, or perhaps guilt—as the reality of what she had initiated sank in.

She watched as Nick unzipped his jeans and slid them down to his ankles, followed by his boxers and then tossed both onto a nearby chair.

Her mother’s breathing hitched slightly, and Clara’s heart raced as she tried to block out the swirling thoughts in her head.

Then came a quiet gasp, Evelyn’s voice breaking through the stillness. “Oh my… oh my god, Nick…” Her tone was shocked, almost incredulous as she covered her mouth with one hand in surprise.

Nick’s cock was fully visible for Evelyn’s approval. Clara could see he was fully erect, even being 25 feet away, in the hallway, it was clear that he was at his full size of 10+ inches and ready for action.

Nick asked “Is everything okay Evelyn ?” with a gentle laugh.

Evelyn responded, her words coming out in a breathless whisper, but loud enough for Clara to hear clearly. “You’re so… big. I wasn’t expecting this.”

Clara felt her cheeks burn as her mother’s words hung in the air. She had not anticipated the depth of intimacy she would overhear, nor had she prepared herself for the reality of her mother’s desire. Evelyn’s voice was filled with surprise, a mix of shock and wonder, as if she hadn’t expected to be so overwhelmed by Nick’s physical presence.

Nick’s response was tender. “Just relax. I’ll take care of you.”

Clara watched as Nick moved closer to Evelyn, the couch gently creaked, and he began gently touching Evelyn’s hair and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

He then guided Evelyn’s hand to his huge member. Clara watched in surprise as she saw her Mother begin to eagerly stroke the length of Nick’s generous manhood.

Clara could hear her Mother’s breathing accelerate and get heavier as she continued stroking Nick’s large cock. Then heard her Mother say “Ooohhh Nick…you’ve got the biggest penis I’ve ever seen. That’s so hot !”

Nick responded “I’m glad you like it Evelyn.” as he leaned in and began kissing Evelyn on the mouth, gently but passionately, as Evelyn continued stroking the entire length of his 10 inches at a slightly faster pace.

The air in the house seemed to thicken as the intimacy between them grew. Clara watched them from the dark hallway, feeling herself becoming aroused as her panties became moist.

“Oh, Nick,” Evelyn gasped, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s been so long… and you’re so…big… I don’t know if I can —”

“You can,” Nick interrupted gently, his voice deep and reassuring. “Just let go. We’ll take it slow.”

Clara bit her lip, becoming increasingly aroused, and jealous, as she watched her Mother eagerly stroke Nick’s huge cock and play with his big balls as she continued kissing him passionately.

After about 5 minutes of this, Nick paused the kissing to say “Evelyn, would you like to kiss and suck on my big dick ? It would be so hot to see such a classy, attractive lady as you with my dick in your mouth.”

Evelyn giggled and said “I thought you would never ask… I would love to !” and then added “I’ll tell you a secret… and I swear this is the truth… I have never given oral to any man, ever… not even my dear departed husband in all our years together. But for you young man, I’m eager to have that huge cock in my mouth…ohhhh my goodness, I sound like a total slut, look at what you are doing to me Nick !” Clara giggled.

Clara listened to her Mother’s words and gasped in shock at how brazen and slutty her Mother was being.

Nick responded to Evelyn “Lucky me that I can bring out the slut in you Evelyn. We’ll see just how slutty you can be as the night continues.”

Evelyn grabbed a pillow from the couch, and placed it on the floor in front of Nick. She stood up and then quickly kneeled on the pillow in front of Nick, taking his large penis in her right hand, giving the tip a quick and flirty lick, and smiling playfully at him.

With a very flirty tone she said to Nick “With such a well-endowed, cute young man like you, I think I’m going to surprise even myself at how slutty I’m going to get tonight !” and she giggled.

Clara watched and listened in complete shock and was extremely aroused by what she was seeing and hearing. She watched as her Mother gave a quick, playfull kiss to the tip of Nick’s big cock, followed by Evelyn giggling, and then saw her Mother take the head of his penis into her mouth while eagerly stroking the rest of his several additional inches.

As Evelyn did this, Nick moaned lightly and said “Oooooohhhh fuck yeah… suck my big cock you little slut..ohhhhh yesss that feels so fucking good !”

Evelyn stopped just for a moment to say with a playful giggle “That’s right…I’m your little slut.. sit back and relax while I enjoy your huge cock.” She immediately put Nick’s large penis head back into her mouth and resumed sucking and stroking.

Nick moaned in pleasure and said “Show me what you can do with my big dick, little slut… show me you can suck it better than your daughter.”

Clara watched and listening to Nick’s words, her face flushed in anger and jealousy. But she was also extremely aroused and felt very horny. Her panties were soaking wet.

Evelyn also had very moist panties at this point, kneeling in front of Nick, sucking and stroking the largest penis she had ever seen.

Nick suddenly grabbed Evelyn by the hair with his right hand, slightly roughly, and pushed more of his dick into her mouth, forcing her to take 7 or 8 inches of his 10 in her virgin mouth, which had never sucked a single dick in her 65 years.

Evelyn squealed in surprise, her squeal muffled by the big cock in her mouth. Still grabbing her by the hair, Nick pushed further into her mouth and Evelyn quickly gagged, and Nick pulled out quickly so that she could recover her breath.

Evelyn coughed and sputtered, recovering her composure. She had a tear coming out of the corner of each eye, caused from the coughing and gagging.

She still managed to give Nick a playful smile and said “You are such a bad boy Nick ! I should tell your Mother what a bad boy you are !” giggling.

Nick responded “My Mom already knows what a bad boy I am. And she knows first hand.”

Evelyn said “Oooooooohhhh my !! She does, huh ? Now I see you are a really, really bad boy !! ha ha ha ha… and it seems you have a naughty Mommy ! But with a son like you…I can’t judge her. ha ha ha ha ohhhh my goodness Nick !”

“You’re right… I have a very naughty Mommy. That’s all I can say… everything else, I plead the Fifth.” Nick chuckled.

“Oh God… that’s so hot Nick. I know you make your Mommy really happy… happier than your Dad makes her.” Evelyn giggled even more. She added “I shouldn’t be turned on by that, but I am… ha ha ha…that’s really hot ! You see what a slut I’ve become in just a short time with you…oh God, I’m horrible !” still giggling.

Nick said “Maybe one day in the near future, I’ll tell you about a couple of incidents that me and my Mom have had.”

Evelyn giggled and answered “I would love to listen… I’m very curious now !”

Nick said “I promise I’ll share some stories with you, one day soon… but now… young lady… you have a big hard cock to continue sucking.”

Evelyn said “Yesssss I do ! Lucky me ! And I have a feeling you’re going to make me choke on it again… bad boy !” as she giggled.

She took his cock in one hand again, and began sucking the first 5 or 6 inches… then she felt Nick’s strong hand grab her hair again, and he forced her to take 8 or 9 inches. She quickly gagged, and again Nick pulled out quickly so she could recover.

Again, Evelyn coughed and sputtered, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes from the gagging and coughing.

She said “Ohhh God… you’re such a bad boy Nick…you’re trying to kill me with that monster !” smiling flirtily.

Nick quickly grabbed her hair again, more roughly than before, and shoved almost all of his big cock into her mouth.

Evelyn immediately gagged and Nick pulled out… Again, gagging and coughing, Evelyn with tears streaming. Nick repeated this a few more times, completely de-virginizing Evelyn’s virgin mouth.

Clara continued watching from the dark hallway, feeling extremely horny. She was shocked that her Mother was turned on by what Nick implied about his own Mom. She never would have imagined that her Mother would be curious and excited by something of that nature.

But Clara also realized that she was also turned on by hearing the same thing and knew she couldn’t judge her Mother too harshly.

Clara was also surprised at how rough Nick was being with Evelyn. She was sure that her Dad was most likely sweet and tender with her Mother, as he was always like a big teddy bear.

“I guess Mom is ready to be treated like a slut after all those years of being with such a sweet, gentle man. Who am I to judge.” thought Clara.

After all the rough oral sex, punishing Eveyln’s mouth and throat, Nick decided it was time to briefly give Evelyn a break, remembering that she was 65, although she looked closer to 45 in his opinion.

He said “Let’s take it easy now… I want you to just gently suck my cock for a while, only as much as you can handle….before we do anything else.”

“Okay sweetey.” Evelyn responded with a Motherly, sweet, submissive voice. Still kneeling in front of him, she did as Nick said, gently sucking.

She also began to stroke Nick’s big cock at the same time as she sucked the first 3 or 4 inches, slowly at first but then more rapidly.

Nick firmly grabbed her wrist and said “Not so fast…slowly, okay ? I don’t wanna cum yet. We still haven’t got to the main event yet.”

“Okay honey.” Evelyn again with her nurturing, sweet and submissive voice. She did as she was told and slowed her pace.

“And don’t forget to lick my balls, little slut. I love feeling little sluts lick my balls.” Nick demanded.

Evelyn giggled and said “Okay baby.” again with a sweet, submissive and Motherly voice. She loved how this young man was dominating her and giving her orders. She found it really exciting and she felt her panties getting moister.
She had never felt this excited with her departed husband. Nick was bringing out the slut in her, and she loved it.

She continued kneeling in front of Nick, alternating between gently sucking his cock and licking his balls, all the while gently stroking his 10 inch cock. She knew that her panties were soaking wet and she was surprised with herself that she was being so brazen.

Nick had taken the remote control from the coffee table in front of the sofa, and turned on the TV and began watching “Dumb and Dumber’ on Netflix while Evelyn continued sucking, licking and stroking his big cock.

After about 10 or 15 minutes of this, Clara, still watching from the hallway, was too horny to control her urges any longer.

She stepped out of the hallway, walked into the living room, and said “Sorry to intrude, but is it okay if I join in ? I’m so horny I can barely stand it any longer.”

Nick replied “It’s more than okay with me… as long as it’s okay with your Mom.”

Evelyn said “It’s okay with me too. This monster cock is big enough for 2 girls.” and giggled.

Clara stated “Ohhh Thank God ! I’m so hot and bothered ! I’ve been watching you 2 from the beginning… and my panties are soaking wet from the things you 2 have been doing ! I’m so horny, you don’t even understand!”

“You should have come out sooner honey. Next time don’t do that to yourself. You know that I like to share.” Evelyn said sweetly.

Clara said “You’re right, but I just wanted to give you plenty of time alone with Nick.”

“Thanks sweety, that’s so nice of you. You know how much I have needed this. Now come join me down here, and help me service this gi-normous cock… I think we’ll make a great Mother-Daughter team!” Evelyn said, giggling.

Clara, grabbing another pillow from the sofa, placed it next to where Evelyn was kneeling, and kneeled next to her Mother.

“Let’s show this bad boy what this Mother-Daughter duo can do !” Clara laughed.

The 2 ladies whispered to each other briefly, so that Nick couldn’t hear. The 2 girls giggled, and then Clara took as much of Nick’s cock as she could into her mouth without gagging, and gently sucked it, while Evelyn began licking his balls.

Nick forgot about the movie on Netflix and leaned his head back with his eyes closed and said “Oooooooohhhh fuck yeahhhhhh.. that feels so fucking good girls ! Don’t stop. Ohhhhhhhhh thank God there are so many bad girls like you 2…. ready to suck and fuck a big dick…ohhhhh fuck, you girls are gonna make me cum so hard!”

Clara and Evelyn didn’t respond, but simply continued with the task at hand, working as a team to tame Nick’s huge cock.

“Ohhhhh I’m so lucky to have 2 sexy little sluts kneeling in front of me… a Mom and Daughter team… ohhh God, this is so hot!” Nick moaned.

Clara and Evelyn again remained silent, continuing to service the big cock in front of them.

After 2 or 3 minutes of this, Nick said “Okay girls… stand up and take off your clothes, except for your panties and bras. I wanna see what sexy panties you girls are wearing.”

The ladies did as they were asked, both standing up, Clara helping Evelyn to her feet. They removed their blouses simultaneously, revealing their bras. Then, also simultaneously, removed their slacks. Clara revealing her little, light blue panties with little penguins printed on them. And Evelyn revealing her bikini style panties, which were pink, with little Hello Kitty cats printed on them.

Both ladies twirled around twice, letting Nick get a view from the front and the back, smiling playfully at him.

He said “Ohhhhhhh fuck yeahhhhhhh ! You girls have the sexiest panties I have seen in a long time ! I can see now…. you girls came ready to fuck tonight, wearing such sexy fucking panties!”

“Who, us ?? But we are both good girls ! We never thought about getting fucked tonight !” Clara teased, giggling.

“Isn’t that right, Mom ?” Clara asked Evelyn.

Evelyn playfully responded “That’s right.. we are both very good girls… almost like angels !!” also giggling.

Nick said “I know you are good girls… good at sucking my big cock.” chuckling softly, which made the girls giggle naughtily.

He added “Now come closer ladies… I want to see how wet your little panties are.”

The ladies placed themselves standing directly in front of Nick, as he remained sitting on the couch. He rubbed his middle finger on the front of Clara’s panties, and felt that she was soaking wet. He had the same result with Evelyn… also soaking wet.

“You girls are soaked ! Are you both ready to get dicked down ?” Nick asked.

“Ready whenever you are, bad boy!” answered Evelyn, in her sweet, submissive voice.

Nick said “First, I want you to girls to give me a lap dance, keep your panties on… and grind those asses against my cock. Let me put some music on…”

He found the music video for “In da Club” by 50 Cent, and turned up the volume as Evelyn and Clara began dancing for him.

Evelyn whispered something quickly to Clara, and then she backed up to Nick, where he sat on the couch and began moving her bottom in a circular motion against Nick’s huge cock.

Nick was impressed and excited to see that Evelyn, despite her age, had a really shapely ass (due to her doing lunges and stair climbing regularly). He felt extremely horny, knowing that very soon he was going to be fucking both of these girls extra hard.

Evelyn pushed her bottom against Nick’s cock even harder… now bouncing against it, in short, quick, forceful bounces.

Nick was shocked that a 65 year old woman could give him the best lap dance he had ever had. He asked Evelyn, as she continued bouncing “Where did you learn to give a lap dance like this ? You’re fucking driving me crazy.”

“It’s the first lap dance I have ever done!” giggled Evelyn… “It just comes naturally how to move my bottom against such a big, exciting cock like yours!”

“oooohhhh fuck yeahhh… you’re almost making me blow my load, you little slut… You do know that I’m gonna fuck you really hard, right ?”

“Is that a promise ?” asked Evelyn, provoking Nick even more.

“It’s a promise, slut.” answered Nick.

Evelyn continued bouncing her ass against Nick’s giant cock, as Clara watched, smiling from ear to ear. Happy that her Mom was enjoying herself and they were sharing this experience that they would never forget.

Nick gave Evelyn’s bottom a strong slap as she bounced against his cock, which made her squeal but she continued happily bouncing and grinding her ass against his hard cock. He gave her another hard slap, on the opposite cheek, which made her squeal again, but not stop bouncing and grinding.

He said “If only your dear, departed husband could see you now, and what a little slut you have become.”

Evelyn giggled, feeling a little embarrassed and said “Oh God ! I hope he can’t see any of this ! He would be so angry !” as she continued grinding her bottom against Nick’s monster cock.

Clara said “Don’t worry Mom… Dad can’t see any of this. And even if he could, he would understand, and forgive you. Now keep thumping that big cock of Nick’s with your ass… work it girl !” both Mom and Daughter giggled.

Nick said “Sorry Clara… your Mom has got me so fucking horny… I need to put my dick in her right now…I can’t last any longer…. you’ll be next, okay ?”

Clara answered “Of course… just don’t fuck her too hard. It’s too late to be making a trip to the emergency room.” giggling.

Nick said “Not all 10 inches… but she’s getting 8, if she wants to or not.”

And he grabbed Evelyn’s hips, one hand on each hip, and stopped her bouncing and grinding. Then he quickly and expertly pulled her little pink panties down to her ankles, and then grabbed them, quickly sniffed them and then put them on top of his head.

With Evelyn still facing away from him, he stood up, and twirled her around by her shoulders to face him. He licked his middle finger, to make it moist, and then proceeded to insert his finger into her vagina, which was already extremely wet.

He said “You’re as ready as you’ll ever be. Let’s get you mounted on top of my cock.”

Nick sat down again, and said “Now straddle me, face to face, and we’ll start really slow, little by little. I know I have a huge dick, so I’ll let you decide how much you can take, at least at first. Now straddle me, and put your hands on my shoulders and get ready to get fucked like you have never been fucked… not even by your departed husband.”

Evelyn giggled, embarrassed again and said “Ohhhh Nick… you are terrible! Bad boy !” as she gently and slowly straddled Nick, and slowly lowered herself down on his big dick. She took the head of his cock inside, then 2 inches, then 2 inches more… and began moaning.

She gently bounced up and down on Nick’s first 5 or 6 inches, moaning softly and saying “Ohhhhhhhhh God ! Nick ! This is what I’ve needed for a long, long time… ohhhhhhhh fuck me Nick.”

Evelyn then began to passionately kiss Nick on the mouth, while still slowly bouncing up and down on his dick, gradually taking more and more of it inside of her.

Clara watched, as horny as she had ever felt in her life, waiting her turn with Nick.

Soon, Evelyn was moaning ever louder, and squealing, while still kissing Nick. He was sure that she had at least 6 inches inside of her, and decided it was time that she got the 8 inches he had promised.

He stopped kissing her long enough to say “Brace yourself you sexy little slut. Here comes more…”

He quickly pushed upwards, using his hips, giving her another 2 inches inside. Evelyn squealed in surprise, mixed with pleasure and pain.

She said “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh God !! Nick !! It’s so big !! ohhhhhhh… I think I’m going to get addicted !”

Nick said “That’s good… cuz I love your tight little pussy, and your sexy ass.” as he thrusted upwards in short, gentle thrusts, as Evelyn moaned.

After one minute of slow thrusting, with at least 8 inches inside of her, possibly 9, Evelyn could feel she was going to orgasm.

She admitted to Nick “Ohhhhh Nick ! I am going to come!! ooohhh God… I’ve never come before, with any man. Ohhhh God.. Nick !! oooohhhhhhh !!”

Nick gave her a strong slap on the ass, and Evelyn squealed as her body went rigid and waves of trembling sensations took over her body.

Clara watched as Evelyn trembled uncontrollably and quickly panted for air, as she had the first orgasm of her life.

It was a full minute or more before Evelyn regained her composure and could speak.

She said “Ohhhhhhhh Nick ! Thank you !! That was amazing !! Ohhh God.. I needed that for a long time sweety !”

Nick simply said “You’re welcome, sexy little slut.”

Evelyn giggled and began passionately kissing him again.

His cock still inside of her, Nick began thrusting upwards again. Evelyn was taking at least 8 or 9 inches, now quicker and more easily than before.
Nick was doing a good job of breaking her in.

After 3 or 4 minutes, Evelyn pleaded “Ooohhhh God.. Nick… come inside me, please.. I want your cum inside me…ohhhhhh Nick!!”

Nick responded “Okay.” knowing that he would not. He was more interested in seeing his cum all over Evelyn’s face.

He fucked her harder and faster, while she squealed and moaned, as Clara watched, mesmerized and horny.

Nick thrusted up into Evelyn fast and hard, giving her the fucking of her life, while she passionately kissed him and squealed while kissing him.

After 2 or 3 more minutes of this, Nick couldn’t last any longer. He could feel his balls were heavy with semen, which was begging to be released.

He slapped Evelyn’s bottom and said “On your knees, on the floor.. now !” which confused Evelyn but she obeyed his order.

She quickly kneeled on the floor… no pillow this time… and looked up at Nick with a confused look.

He quickly placed his cock just a few inches away from her face, roughly grabbed her by the hair with his right hand, and began to drench her face with his hot cum.

Nick spurted 7 or 8 long ropes of cum onto Evelyn’s face. The first 3 or 4 shots came out with such force, Evelyn flinched in surprise.

She squealed in surprise, then giggled vivaciously as he shot his built up load all over her smiling face.

When the explosion ended, Nick looked down at the results. Evelyn looked upwards at him, smiling and flirty, her forehead, cheeks, chin, eyebrows, lips, and one of her eyelids all covered in his cum. 2 long ropes of cum were in her hair, both beginning on her forehead and ending several inches into her hair.

Nick knew that this was the hardest he had ever cum, and he knew why. Both ladies were very sexy, flirty, and attractive, but what really made him excited, is that they were Mother and Daughter, double teaming him. He definitely wanted to repeat this experience.

Evelyn continued looking up at him and smiling, flirtatious but yet nurturing and sweet.

She gently took Nick’s spent cock in her hand, no longer 10 inches, but still easily 8.

Evelyn gently kissed the very tip of Nick’s semi hard cock. Asking him “Is that okay sweety ?” in her sweet, nurturing voice.

Nick said “Yeah, that’s good. Just be gentle.”

“Okay honey.” Evelyn replied with her maternal and comforting voice, her face still splattered with cum.

“Oooohhhh my goodness… it still has drops of semen coming out honey!” Evelyn exclaimed cheerfully and sounding enthusiastic.

She gently and playfully licked the very tip of Nick’s cock, getting one of his last drops of cum on her tongue, and happily swallowed it and licked her lips playfully.

Holding his semi hard cock in her hand, Evelyn gently took the head of it into her mouth and began gently sucking, while seductively looking up into Nick’s eyes.

It was clear that Evelyn wanted Nick to recover as fast as possible, for Clara, and for herself. She wanted the fun to continue.

Clara seemed to understand this almost immediately and came to assist. She noticed that Nick’s cum was on Evelyn’s eyelid and eyebrows and got a wet paper towell to wipe it off. Evelyn said “Thank you sweety, but don’t wipe any more off. I want his semen to absorb into my face for a few minutes, they say it’s good for wrinkles.” and both girls giggled.

Evelyn resumed gently sucking the head of Nick’s cock, again gazing up at him with her seductive eyes. Clara, kneeling next to her Mother, began licking Nick’s balls, while also looking up at him provocatively.

Nick looked down at the 2 ladies, grateful of them, still wanting more as much as they did. He said “Ohhhhhh fuck yeahhhh… girls… this is so fucking hot…a Mom and Daughter both equally sexy and slutty…. It’s a great day to be alive girls !”

Clara and Evelyn did not respond, they were determined to get Nick back to his full 10 inches again, and diligently continued sucking his semi hard cock and licking his balls, looking up at him seductively, knowing that he would be ready for more action in a short time.

Their efforts paid off. In 15 minutes, Nick was back to his full glory, 10 inches and rock hard. The 2 girls traded a High 5 and Evelyn said to Clara “Great work team mate !”

To be continued… check back here soon for the updates.

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Harold sat at the edge of the bed, his hands clasped tightly together. The old mahogany clock on the wall ticked loudly, filling the room with a steady rhythm that mirrored the pounding of his heart. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, a man of sixty-six years, his face lined with wrinkles that spoke of a long life lived. His once-thick hair had turned a silver hue, and his body no longer possessed the vitality it once had. He sighed deeply, the weight of his decision settling on his chest.

His wife, Clara, would turn forty-two tomorrow. She was beautiful, full of life, and still as radiant as the day they had met. Her laughter lit up rooms, her energy contagious, and Harold had loved her fiercely since the first moment he laid eyes on her twenty years ago. Their love had always been strong, but lately, things had changed—he had changed. His body, once capable of fulfilling her needs, now betrayed him. He was no longer able to satisfy Clara in the way she deserved, and that reality gnawed at him every day.

The idea had started as a joke, something said in passing during one of their late-night conversations. Clara had laughed, teasingly mentioning hiring someone younger and more vibrant to handle what Harold could not. At first, he had laughed too, dismissing the idea as absurd. But over the weeks, that joke had taken root in his mind, growing into something he couldn’t shake.

Tonight, he had made up his mind. It was Clara’s birthday, and he wanted to give her something she would never forget, even if it meant swallowing his pride.

The doorbell rang, snapping Harold out of his thoughts. His stomach churned as he stood, the reality of what he was about to do suddenly more vivid than ever. He shuffled down the hallway, his heart in his throat, and opened the door.

There he stood—Nick. The young man Harold had found online, a twenty-year-old male stripper who looked like he had stepped straight out of a fitness magazine. Tall, muscular, with a boyish grin and confident swagger, Nick was everything Harold was not. The young man smiled warmly, but Harold could see the curiosity in his eyes as they briefly flickered over him. He must have been wondering why a man of Harold’s age had hired him for such a task.

“Evening, Mr. Harrison,” Nick said, his voice casual. “Is everything set?”

Harold nodded, his throat tight. “Yes, everything’s ready. Clara’s upstairs. She doesn’t know you’re here yet. This… this is a surprise.”

Nick gave a reassuring nod, sensing the tension in the older man. “No worries. I’ve got this. You just relax.”

Relax. That word felt foreign in Harold’s world tonight. He led Nick up the stairs to the guest bedroom, the air thick with awkwardness. The room was dimly lit, soft music playing from a speaker. A small birthday cake sat on the table, candles unlit. Clara’s gift sat beside it, a piece of jewelry Harold had picked out, but that gift paled in comparison to what would come next.

“Clara!” Harold called, his voice faltering slightly.

Clara appeared from their bedroom, her eyes sparkling as she saw Harold. But when her gaze shifted to Nick, her smile faded for a second, replaced by confusion. Her eyes darted between the two men, and she raised an eyebrow.

“Harold? What’s going on?”

Harold swallowed hard, his palms sweaty. “Clara… it’s your birthday, and I know I haven’t been… enough for you lately. So, I thought maybe… this year, you deserve something special.” His voice wavered. “Nick is here for you, to give you what I… can’t.”

Clara stood frozen, processing his words. For a moment, silence stretched between them, the tension palpable. Then, slowly, a smile curled at the corner of her lips. She glanced at Nick, who gave her a charming wink, and then back at Harold.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked softly, searching his eyes for doubt.

Harold nodded, though the knot in his stomach tightened further. “I want you to be happy. It’s your night.”

Clara hesitated before finally speaking. “Alright,” she said, her voice low. “But Harold, if you ever feel uncomfortable…”

He shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”

Clara smiled again, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before she turned to Nick. She walked toward him, her movements graceful and deliberate, the atmosphere in the room shifting as she took his hand. With a final glance at Harold, she led the young man to the guest bedroom, closing the door softly behind them.

Harold stood in the hallway, his breath shallow. The door clicked shut, leaving him alone. For a long moment, he stared at it, feeling a swirl of emotions he couldn’t quite name. Was it relief? Regret? He couldn’t tell. But he knew one thing—he had given her the freedom to feel alive again.

Once the door clicked shut behind them, Clara let out a nervous laugh. The tension from the hallway seemed to follow them into the room, although Nick remained composed, his boyish grin never faltering. He gently released her hand, stepping back to give her space. The dim light in the room softened the edges of the moment, casting warm shadows on their faces.

“Well, this is… unexpected,” Clara said, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned to face him. She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, glancing back toward the closed door as if to check if Harold was still standing there.

Nick chuckled softly, his voice low and reassuring. “I get that a lot. But hey, it’s your night. We can go at your pace, whatever feels right.” He moved toward the bedside table, dimming the lights further until the room was bathed in a soft, almost intimate glow.

Clara gave him a small smile, her nerves beginning to settle. She couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling beneath the surface, but a part of her still felt hesitant, unsure of what to make of this unusual gift Harold had given her.

“Are you okay?” Nick asked gently, his eyes soft as he studied her.

Clara nodded, though her voice betrayed a hint of uncertainty. “I’m fine, it’s just… Harold.” Her eyes flickered again to the door, imagining him on the other side, possibly listening, and she felt a pang of guilt.

Nick stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “He wants this for you. It’s clear he loves you, and he just wants you to feel good. Let me help you forget everything else, at least for tonight.”

Clara exhaled slowly, as if releasing the last of her reservations. She looked up at Nick, seeing the confidence in his eyes, the warmth in his smile. “Okay,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Nick moved closer, his hands brushing against her waist gently. “Tell me if you want me to stop, at any point,” he murmured, leaning in slightly. His breath was warm against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

Clara nodded, her hands resting tentatively on his chest, feeling the firmness of his body beneath the fabric of his shirt. Her breath quickened as she gave in to the moment, letting herself feel something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time—desire.

Outside the door, Harold pressed his ear closer, the sounds from the room growing clearer. At first, there was only soft murmuring, Clara’s voice almost indistinguishable, but then he heard Nick’s low voice responding. The intimacy of their conversation sent a cold wave through him, but he stayed, rooted to the spot, unable to turn away.

Then, a soft rustling of clothes, and Clara’s quiet gasp filtered through the door. Harold clenched his fists at his sides, swallowing hard as the sounds grew more intimate. He heard the bed creak slightly, followed by Clara’s breathy laughter, lighter than he had heard in years. It was followed by a sigh, soft but unmistakable, as Nick’s voice grew lower and more confident.

“Oh my God, Nick… it’s so big ! What does your Mother feed you ? ha ha ha ha ! …. Have you ever measured that beast ?” Clara’s surprised but playful voice drifted through the door, her words becoming more audible and laced with a flirty tone Harold hadn’t heard from her in years. It was a sound that twisted painfully in his chest.

Nick laughed and responded “My Mom always fed me lots of beef and fish… ha ha ha… and yes, I have measured it… It’s 10 and a quarter inches when fully hard.”

“Oh my God ! I never knew that God made them that big ! That’s a crime to have one so huge… you should be arrested Nick !” Clara playfully responded.

“Give it a little kiss Clara, and introduce yourself.”

Clara giggled “OK.. here’s a kiss big boy… my name’s Clara, so nice to meet you ! What’s your name ?” sounding very flirty and submissive.

“His name is Mr. Kong and he’s very happy to meet you too.” responded playfully.

Clara giggled again and said “Ohhhhh Mr. Kong ! What an appropriate name since you are so big !” Would you like another kiss Mr. Kong ?”

As he listened through the door, Harold was feeling increasingly jealous but also increasingly aroused at how naughty his wife was being with a well hung young man, young enough to be her son. In fact, their own son was only 1 year older than Nick.

Nick said to Clara “What Mr. Kong wants now is to find out how much of him you can take in your mouth, Clara.”

“Ohhhhhh Mr. Kong ! How naughty you are ! Ok, I’m up for the challenge… let’s see if I can impress you !” Clara said, playfully flirting even more.

Still with his ear pressed closely to the door, Harold soon heard Clara making gagging noises as Nick spoke to her, saying “That’s right Clara, suck that big dick bad girl. You know you always wanted a big one instead of Harold’s baby dick.”

Nick’s words stung Harold, but Clara’s response stung him even more deeply “ha ha ha … I can’t lie Nick, my husband does have a baby dick…. ha ha ha ha … and yes I’ve always dreamed of enjoying a huge one like yours. Oh God, I’m so bad for saying that !” she laughed, slightly ashamed of herself.

“Keep sucking my big dick bad girl, until I tell you to stop.” Nick ordered. “Okay.” responded Clara, sounding very submissive.

Almost immediately, Harold heard Clara making gagging noises again, alternating with her coughing and gasping for breath and saying “Oh God… Mr. Kong ! You’re too big ! How many girls have you made gag and choke ?” Clara giggled.

“I’ve lost count, but dozens, easily.” said Nick. “I’m not surprised !” responded Clara, still giggling.

Soon, Harold heard another sound — a moan, Clara’s voice breaking into a soft whimper as Nick clearly did something that pleased her.

Harold’s stomach twisted, his breath catching as the sounds intensified. Clara’s breathing grew quicker, her soft moans now interspersed with Nick’s deeper, more guttural noises. The bed shifted again, a slow rhythm building between the creaks of the mattress and the hushed, intimate sounds escaping the room.

Clara gasped, her voice breaking into a breathy exclamation. “Yes… oh, yes… ohhhh Nick it’s so big !”

The sound of her pleasure felt like a knife twisting in Harold’s chest, and yet he remained rooted to the spot, unable to tear himself away from the door. He could hear everything now — the steady rhythm of the bed creaking, harder and faster than before, the unmistakable sound of Clara’s pleasure as she gasped and moaned, each noise pulling Harold deeper into a sea of emotions he couldn’t escape.

Her voice became louder, more insistent, and the bed creaked with a quickening pace. “Ohhhhh Nick… right there… oh god… I’m gonna cum..ohhhhh”

Harold squeezed his eyes shut, his heart pounding as Clara’s moans filled the hallway, her pleasure echoing louder than he had expected. Nick’s deep voice followed, asking her “Do you like my big dick in you Clara ? Do you like it more than your husband’s shriveled up old dick ?”

Clara gasped “Yes… yes… oh my god… Nick! Your big dick is gonna make me come… ohhhhh please don’t stop !” The sounds escalated, Clara’s breathing growing more ragged, her moans breaking into sharp gasps.

Harold could feel the heat rising in his face, a wave of conflicting emotions crashing over him—jealousy, guilt, feeling very aroused, and an odd, painful sense of satisfaction that she was getting what she needed.

Inside the room, the climax was near. The headboard of the bed was slamming forcefully against the wall. Harold knew that Clara was getting the hardest fucking of her life.

Clara’s voice broke into a series of quick, breathy cries, followed by a long, drawn-out moan as she reached the peak of her pleasure. Nick groaned in response, his voice deep and satisfied as their sounds mixed together in a final crescendo.

After a minute of silence, Harold heard Clara say “Oh God.. Nick… you came so much ! It feels like you came a quart inside me !” she said, sounding very impressed and grateful.

Then, “Can you kiss me Nick ? Now I want to find out how good of a kisser you are. Until you’re ready for round 2.”

“Sure bad girl… we can kiss until I punish that tight p.u.ssy again.” Nick said.

Then Harold couldn’t hear anything for a minute or two, until Clara said “Ohhhh Nick… Mr. Kong didn’t go down for the count, ha ha ha ha … he’s still big ! I think he only shrunk about an inch…oh my God, he’s hard to kill ! ha ha ha ha “

“Yeah, I’m still excited…I wanna fuck you again, harder than before. That’s why Mr. Kong is still big.” Nick responded.

Clara said “Yeah, I want you to fuck me again Nick, hard…I want you to punish me for being such a bad girl tonight.” giggling.

Then, silence for about 10 minutes. Harold knew that they were kissing, while Clara was undoubtedly stroking Nick’s big cock while they kissed.

Harold leaned back from the door, his heart heavy, and walked away, leaving the two of them behind the closed door. Tonight was for Clara, and that was all that mattered.

But the echo of her cries lingered in his mind, even as he disappeared down the hallway, retreating into the quiet darkness of his own solitude.

He entered the main bedroom, the one he shared with Clara, only about 25 feet away from the guest room where Nick and Clara were enjoying each other.

After another 10 minutes or so, he could hear noises coming from the guest room. First, he heard Clara giggling happily, and clearly heard her say “Ooooooopsss ! Mr. Kong ! Ready again, huh ?”

Then silence again for several minutes. Harold was sure that Clara was giving Nick a blowjob again, and gagging on his cock.

After several minutes of relative silence, Harold could hear the bed rhythmically creaking, slowly at first, then gradually faster and with more force.

An image of Nick thrusting forcefully into Clara came into Harold’s mind, and almost simultaneously he heard Clara squeal loudly and say “Ohhhhhh Nick ! Fuck me hard baby ! Fuck my p.u.ssy like you own it baby !”

Harold had never heard Clara speak like that, in all their years together.

Harold heard Nick respond “I do own that p.u.ssy bad girl… I can fuck it whenever I want to. Right ?”

“Ohhhh Nick…. yessss… that’s right… ohhhhhh your big dick is driving me crazy ! You can fuck me whenever you want.”

Harold hearing this, felt like someone stabbed him in the heart.

Then, Harold heard 2 loud slaps come from the guest room. He heard Clara squeal and then say “Ohhhhhhhh yes.. spank me hard baby, slap my ass hard, I’m a very bad girl.”

2 more loud slaps followed and Clara squealed again.

Harold heard Nick ask, quite loudly, “Tell me how much better my dick feels to you, than your hubby’s old man dick, you little slut.”

Clara answered, very loudly, “Ohhhhhhhh 1,000 times better Nick !! It’s huge ! Your little slut loves your big cock ! You made me into your little slut tonight !”

Harold got the feeling that Clara and Nick were speaking extra loudly, so that he would hear everything.

Nick then said, quite loudly “I wanna fuck you in your ass, little slut. Ever been fucked in the ass ?”

“Noooo.. never… but if you want… let’s try it… but be gentle, okay ?” said Clara.

Then there was nearly a minute of silence… followed by the loudest moans and squeals of the evening from Clara.

Harold could clearly her her whimpering and even crying, pleading with Nick to be more gentle.

It was obvious to Harold that Nick had no intention on being gentle with Clara. She continued moaning so loudly that Harold feared the neighbors might hear.

After about 10 or 15 minutes of this, it seemed that Nick had stopped, and the loud moans from Clara were replaced by gentle crying for 2 or 3 minutes while she recovered.

Nick waited patiently for her to recover and when she did, he told her “Now get on your knees in the floor you little slut. I’m gonna fuck your mouth now.”

Harold heard Clara say “Okay.” in a very submissive voice, which he had never heard coming from her in all their years together.

In a few moments, Harold was rewarded again with the sound of Clara gagging and gasping for air for several minutes, while Nick made comments such as “Now you know what a real dick feels like you little slut. Now you’ll never want your hubby’s baby dick ever again.’

Nick added, quite loudly “Do you want my cum now, you dirty little slut ?” To which Clara responded “Ohhhhhh God…yes Nick ! Give it to me !!”

“Where do you want it, little slut ?” Nick demanded. “All over my face Nick ! Give it to me !” Clara pleaded.

Then, Harold heard Nick groan loudly, while Clara giggled and laughed, saying “Ohhhhhhhhhhh Nick ! You’re giving me a shower …. ooohhh my God.. so much cum baby !! “

Clara giggled for about half a minute, then silence. It seemed that Nick was spent, at least temporarily.

The silence continued for more than 15 minutes, and Harold felt drowsy. He had taken his anti anxiety medication for his nerves and to help him sleep.

He imagined that Clara and Nick were kissing again, while Nick recovered, re-charging his batteries for round 3.

As he imagined that is what was happening, he fell asleep, thinking of his dear wife continuing her night with Nick, while also thinking of all the things that Nick had already done to his wife, which he himself was never able to do for her, even when he was younger.

After Clara and Nick had kissed for nearly 30 minutes, Nick was ready for round 3. This time, Harold slept through it all and mercifully heard nothing, as round 3 was the roughest sex of the night.

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