A Nice Hun of Meat

The sun was already high in the sky when Cat awoke on Monday morning.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she stretched, feeling the warmth surge through her flawless body.

Her voluptuous figure, a testament to decades of meticulous maintenance and a genetic gift, remained as tantalizing as the her younger years.

Her day began like any other, with the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminating her opulent boudoir. Cat's hand drifted lazily down to her already wet pussy, her fingers playing a familiar tune as they danced over her swollen clit.

The walls of her bedroom were adorned with the evidence of her illustrious career--posters of her most infamous films, awards from countless pornographic ceremonies, and framed magazine covers that touted her as the ultimate GILF.

With the house empty except herself and a few members of the staff, Cat's late morning and early afternoon went on like any other. A steaming shower, a thrilling masturbation session. But what she missed was some big, young cock.

As the day grew warmer, the scent of freshly cut grass wafted through the open windows of Kyle's mansion. The sounds of distant traffic and the occasional chirp of a bird were the only interruptions to the symphony of silence that surrounded her.

She slid her fingers into her pussy again, the wetness already gathering, and began to stroke in earnest, her other hand cupping her heavy but firm 36J breasts, pinching the nipples until they stood erect.

The doorbell rang, jolting her out of her reverie. Her heart raced as she padded down the grand staircase, the plush carpet muffling her footsteps. Through the peephole, she saw the young man, his muscular frame and the way he filled out his basketball shorts leaving little to the imagination.

Her neighbor Jamal, a recent high school graduate, who had been the object of her lustful gaze for weeks, stood there. Cat's mind raced as she opened the door, her eyes raking over his chiseled abs and the bulge in his shorts.

"Afternoon Ms. Reynolds," he said with a warm smile on his hairless boyish face.

"Good afternoon," she purred, her voice a siren's call that seemed to resonate in the very air around them.

He smiled again, innocently. "Sorry to bother you. My ball accidentally went over your fence."

"Oh well by all means," she replied, gesturing for him to come inside, "we can't have those balls just neglected, can we?"

She guided him to the back glass door which faced her massive backyard and could see the bulge growing in his shorts as he retrieved his basketball.

"Thank you," he said as he prepared to return to his house, "sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it," she said with a wave of her hand, "Would you like to come in for some lemonade?"

Jamal's eyes widened slightly, unsure if he'd heard her correctly.

"It's awfully hot out there," she continued, her smile widening, "and you could use something cold and refreshing that'll really hit the spot."

He swallowed hard, nodded, and stepped inside, Cat beckoning him inside with a smile, closing the glass sliding door behind him.

She got two glasses and the ice cold pitcher from the fridge, Cat asking him about his plans since graduating and his goals. As they talked, Cat leaned in closer, her ample breasts threatening to spill out of her robe with every movement. Jamal took a sip, his eyes never leaving hers.

She could see the hunger in them, the same hunger that had fueled her daily life. The moment was ripe, and Cat knew it. She set her glass down, the condensation leaving a wet ring on the table. Her hand slid up his arm, her nails digging in just enough to make him gasp.

"You know," she began, her voice a velvety purr, "I've always had a thing for younger men. And you, you're just so...delicious." He looked at her, his eyes wide and dark with desire. "How about we take this party to the bedroom?"

Without waiting for an answer, she stood and sashayed down the hall, her hips swaying with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. She could feel his gaze on her ass, his cock growing harder with every step she took.

Entering her bedroom, she let the robe fall away, revealing her lush, mature body. Jamal stumbled after her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her plump, round ass and the trimmed bush that framed her pussy.

On the bed, Cat reclined like a Renaissance painting come to life, one hand idly stroking the soft mound of her sex as the other beckoned him closer.

"Come here," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that seemed to echo in his very soul. He approached, his cock now fully erect, the tip glistening with precum.

She took him in her mouth, her lips stretching around his massive girth. Jamal groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to bob her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock like a serpent seeking its prey.

Her mouth was a warm, wet heaven, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge with every passing second. But Cat was a professional; she knew the art of delay. With a wink, she released him, her lips smacking together as she sat up.

"Now, let's see if that monster of yours can handle a real woman," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

He didn't need any fur'her encouragement. He climbed onto the bed, his cock standing tall and proud. Cat spread her legs, her pussy already glistening with arousal. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cockhead nudging against her slick folds.

With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, filling her up like nothing she'd ever felt before. Cat threw her head back and screamed, the sensation of his thickness stretching her out almost too much to bear. But she reveled in it, her body craving the kind of depraved, animalistic fucking that only a cock like his could provide.

The room echoed with the slapping of skin and the wet, guttural sounds of their union. Cat's tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples standing at attention like tiny, pink beacons of lust.

He grabbed her hips, his grip bruising as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her ass with every stroke. The smell of sex filled the air, a potent mix of sweat, arousal, and the sweet scent of her pussy.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the first waves of orgasm crash over her. "Fuck me," she moaned, her voice hoarse with need, "fuck me like the dirty whore I am."

The words seemed to unleash something primal in him, and he began to fuck her even harder, his strokes long and deep. She met him thrust for thrust, her cunt clenching around him as she chased the elusive peak of pleasure.

Their bodies were a blur of motion, a tapestry of lust and desire. Cat's pussy was a vice around his cock, her muscles rippling with every spasm of pleasure. And when he finally came, it was with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. He emptied himself into her, filling her up with a torrent of hot, sticky cum that seemed to go on forever.

As he collapsed on top of her, panting and spent, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She'd taken his virginity in the most depraved way possible, and she knew he'd be back for more. After all, once you've tasted the forbidden fruit, it's hard to go back to the bland offerings of the mortal world.

But as she lay there, basking in the afterglow of their tryst, she couldn't help but think about the day ahead. The scenes she'd be filming with Kyle and Emily promised to be even more debauched than what they'd just done.

Her cunt still quivered at the thought of it, eager for the next round of depravity that awaited her. And as the clock chimed, she knew it was time to get ready for the main event.

With a wicked smile, she pushed Jamal aside and climbed out of bed. "Don't go anywhere," she said, her voice a silky command. "I've got some friends coming over, and I think you're going to fit in quite nicely."

He watched her go, his cock still hard and his mind racing with the possibilities. Little did he know, Cat had invited her sisters Betty and Julia, two equally busty and depraved GILFs, to join in the fun.

The doorbell rang again, and Cat, now dressed in a scandalously short dress that left little to the imagination, answered it with a flourish. Betty and Julia, looking every bit as voracious as their sister, stepped inside, their eyes immediately drawn to the half-dressed boy lounging on the bed.

"Ladies," Cat announced with a dramatic flair, "I'd like you to meet Jamal. Jamal, these are my sisters. They're in the business, too."

"Business?" he asked, confused.

"Oh yeah," Cat clarified, "I forgot you just turned 18. We're in the pornographic film business."

"Oh..." he said, still unsure.

"I do love the innocent ones..." Julia giggled.

Jamal, still in a daze from their earlier encounter, managed a nod as the two women approached him. Betty, the blonde of the trio, wasted no time in stripping down to her lacy lingerie, her massive 38G tits jiggling with every step she took.

Julia, a raven-haired beauty with a penchant for the exotic, sailed over in a cloud of perfume, her own 34F breasts threatening to spill out of her tight corset.

"Well, well, well," Betty drawled, eyeing Jamal's cock, which hadn't yet wilted. "Look what the cat dragged in."

Julia chuckled. "Or should we say, what Cat dragged in?"

The three women shared a knowing look before descending upon him like vultures on fresh carrion. Their hands roamed over his body, their mouths leaving a trail of kisses and bites as they explored every inch of his sculpted physique.

Jamal couldn't believe his luck as he found himself in the center of a GILF sandwich, his cock being stroked and kissed by two sets of eager lips.

"It's so big," Betty murmured, her eyes wide with amazement.

Julia nodded. "I can't wait to see how it stretches your cunt, Cat."

Cat's eyes gleamed with excitement. "You first, Betty. I want to watch him split you in two."

With a sultry smile, Betty climbed onto the bed and straddled him, her thick, blonde hair cascading down her back. She lowered herself onto his cock, her pussy enveloping him in a warm, wet embrace.

The sight of her sister riding the young black stud was almost too much for Cat to bear, and she had to fight the urge to jump in immediately. Instead, she took a moment to savor the scene before her, her own arousal building once again.

Julia, not one to be left out, positioned herself at Jamal's head, her pussy hovering just above his face. "How about you give me a taste while Betty breaks him in?" she offered, her voice a seductive purr.

Jamal didn't need to be asked twice. He eagerly opened his mouth, his tongue delving into Julia's slick folds. Her taste was exotic, a heady blend of musk and sweetness that had him groaning with desire.

As he feasted on her, Betty began to ride him in earnest, her massive tits bouncing with every thrust. The three of them moved together like a well-oiled machine, each one feeding off the others' lust.

The room was a cacophony of moans and gasps as the three of them fucked, their bodies a tangle of limbs and passion. Cat watched with rapt attention, her own hand sliding down to play with her clit.

The sight of her sisters enjoying the fruits of her labor was almost as good as the act itself. She knew she'd have to have another go at him soon, but for now, she was content to let them have their fun.

Julia's pussy grew wetter with every flick of Jamal's tongue, and she could feel herself approaching the brink of orgasm.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her voice a high-pitched wail. "I'm gonna cum!" And cum she did, her juices spilling onto his face as her body convulsed with pleasure.

Betty took over then, her own pussy gushing around his cock. "Your turn, Julia," she gasped, switching places. "Let's see if he can handle us both."

Julia eagerly took Jamal's cock into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him with the finesse of a seasoned pornstar. Cat watched with a mix of pride and hunger, her own pussy aching for another round with Jamal.

"Come on, girls," Cat cooed, her voice a symphony of desire. "Let's give him a taste of all we've got to offer." She stepped closer, her own nipples begging for attention. Jamal, now fully aware of the depraved situation he'd stumbled into, looked up at her with a mix of awe and fear.

Julia reluctantly pulled away, her lips shiny with her own juices. "What do you have in mind, sis?"

Cat's eyes sparkled with mischief. "A little game of musical chairs. Or should I say, musical pussies?"

The sisters giggled like naughty schoolgirls as they positioned themselves around the bed, each one eagerly waiting their turn. Jamal looked around, his cock bobbing in the air like a metronome keeping time to their wicked tune. He didn't know what was coming, but he knew it would be intense.

The game began with Jamal lying on his back, his cock standing tall and proud. Betty straddled him, her pussy dripping onto his stomach as she lowered herself onto his cock. She began to ride him, her tits bouncing with the rhythm of her hips.

Julia took his face in her hands, guiding him to her own pussy, her juices mixing with Betty's as he licked and sucked. The sound of their wet, sloppy fucking filled the room, a symphony of lust that seemed to resonate in every corner.

Then, just as Betty was about to climax, Cat rang an imaginary bell.

"Switch!" she exclaimed. Julia was quick to take her place, impaling herself on Jamal's cock, her moans muffled by Betty's cunt as she bent down to suck on her sister's nipples.

Jamal's eyes rolled back In his head, the sensations overwhelming. He'd never been with a woman, let alone two, and the thought of what was to come had him on edge.

But Cat wasn't one to be outdone. She knew Jamal had more to give, and she was going to make sure he gave it to her. She pushed Julia aside, her own pussy quivering with anticipation.

"My turn," she murmured, her voice a siren's call that seemed to vibrate through his very soul.

Julia took his cock out of her pussy with a wet pop, and before Jamal could even catch his breath, Cat was on top of him, her pussy enveloping him in a warm, tight embrace. She began to ride him with a fervor that belied her age, her tits bouncing in time with her hips. Betty watched, her hand between her legs, her own pussy clenching with envy.

The three of them switched again and again, each one taking their turn on his cock, their pussies and mouths working in harmony to keep him hard and drained. Jamal's body was a canvas of pleasure, their hands and mouths painting a masterpiece of debauchery that would be etched into his memory forever.

As they fucked, the sisters whispered to each other, sharing stories of their own conquests, their voices a seductive melody that seemed to push him closer to the edge. Cat leaned back, her tits bouncing in Jamal's face as she ground herself onto his cock. "You see, Betty here can take it in the ass like nobody's business," she said, her eyes never leaving Jamal's. "And Julia, she can deepthroat a cock like it's going out of style."

Betty winked, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "It's all about the gag reflex," she murmured, her eyes glazed over with lust. Julia giggled, her own hand straying down to her pussy as she watched her sisters ride the young stud.

"And you, Cat, you're the queen of the DP. Remember that time we had the twins?"

The memory of that decadent scene played out in their minds as they switched places once more. Jamal could feel himself getting closer to the edge with every passing moment, but the GILFs showed no signs of slowing down. They were like cats with a mouse, toying with him, drawing out his pleasure until he thought he might explode.

Julia took his cock into her mouth, her eyes locked with Cat's as she began to deepthroat him. Betty straddled his face, her pussy hovering just above his mouth.

"Eat me," she ordered, her voice thick with desire.

Jamal had no choice but to comply, his tongue diving into the slick folds of her cunt. Her taste was musky and intense, a stark contrast to the sweetness of her sisters.

The sensation of Betty's tight asshole clenching around his cock was almost too much to handle. He could feel the head of his cock brushing against her g-spot with every thrust, and he knew it was only a matter of time before she came. Julia's mouth was a vice, her teeth grazing his shaft as she worked him over, her own orgasm building with every gulp of his precum.

Cat watched them with a knowing smile, her own hand between her legs, her thumb working her clit as she awaited her turn. She knew Jamal was close; she could feel his cock pulsing with the need to cum. But she also knew that he had more to give, and she was determined to claim it all for herself.

Finally, she could wait no longer. She pushed Betty aside, her own pussy glistening with need.

"Now, Jamal," she whispered, her breath hot on his cheek. "It's time for the grand finale."

She straddled his cock, her pussy tight and hungry. As she sank down onto him, she reached behind her to spread her asscheeks.

"But first," she said, her voice a purr, "I think you should meet my favorite toy."

Her hand emerged from between her legs, a gleaming butt plug in her grip. She began to work it into her ass as Jamal fucked her, the sensation of being filled in both holes almost too much to bear. The room grew even hotter, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. The walls seemed to close in around them, the very fabric of reality bending to their will.

Julia moved in, her mouth enveloping Cat's tits cock as her sister began to ride him harder and faster. The sensation of his cock in her pussy and the plug in her ass was amazing. She could feel her orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to drown her.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her voice high and desperate. "I'm gonna cum!"

And with that, she did, her body convulsing around Jamal's cock. The sensation was too much for him, and he exploded, his cum filling her to the brim as she continued to buck and moan.

But even as her orgasm subsided, Cat could feel the need for more. She pulled the plug free with a wet pop, and without a moment's hesitation, she guided Jamal's cock into her ass. The feeling of his thickness stretching her out was almost unbearable, and she screamed with every inch he took.

The three of them moved as one, their bodies a symphony of depravity. Jamal's cock was like a piston, driving into her ass as Julia's mouth worked his balls. Betty watched, her own hand buried in her pussy as she felt the vibrations of their fucking.

"You're so tight," Jamal murmured, his voice strained.

"Years of practice," Cat managed to say through gritted teeth. "And a few good stretches beforehand."

They switched again and again. Julia's eyes watered with the effort of deepthroating him, but she didn't stop. Betty's tits bounced in time with the rhythm of their fucking, her nipples hard as diamonds, begging for attention.

Cat leaned back, her ass in the air, her hand playing with the sticky mess of their combined juices that coated Jamal's cock and her own asshole.

"Mmm, yes, baby," she cooed, "give it to me."

With a grunt, Jamal did just that, his cock plunging into her tight hole yet again. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to ignite every nerve ending in her body.

She threw her head back, her hair fanning out on the pillow like a halo of sin.

"Oh, fuck, yes," she moaned, her voice a symphony of lust. "You're so big."

Julia watched as her sister's asshole stretched around the young man's cock.

"Look at him," she murmured, her eyes glazed with desire. "He's like a fucking animal."