"You're soaking, Jean." She only nodded into his shoulder. Of course, she was, she thought. How could she not be, she thought. She was conditioned ... by them ... by herself. Their cocks ... her mind and her body were constantly aware ... constantly reacting ... anticipating ... desiring the feeling of fullness, a fullness she'd never felt and at a depth she still sometimes couldn't believe. How could she not be wet? How could her body not automatically prepare itself for more penetration by one or more of them? She and her daughter had wanted more sex and to experience it controlled. The Collins men had given that to them but much more, too. She and Toni talked about being sluts before but they had no idea. They had dressed for the office the way a brazen woman might for a lover at night before bed. They had dressed for the office the way a flaunting tease might to the most trending club. Now, they had purposely chosen only exposing lingerie for an afternoon BBQ. All of it for these men. All of it to entice these men. All of it as a clear signal they wanted, needed, desired to be fucked, to be used by them.
She pressed her hips into his, trapping his hand between her thighs. His fingers caressed her pussy over the wet, clinging fabric. "Yes, sir, I am. To be honest, when I am with you guys, I think I always am." His fingers pulled the fabric to the side and stroked over the wet lips of her pussy. She gasped and a smile spread over her entire face. "Toni and I ... we ... we talked ... about ...," she gasped as his fingers played over her lips, parting them and moving through the length of her slit. "We ... we thought we ... knew what ... hmmmmmm ... Jacob, sir ... thought ... knew ... what slutty was ... but ... oooooooo ... you guys ... showed us ..."
She opened her eyes and found his smile, his eyes bright but intent. His finger slowly entered her and her legs parted a bit further. She gasped and lowered her body slightly toward the probing finger. He spoke into her ear, "We didn't show you anything, dear beautiful, sexy woman. We were nervous about pushing. We were afraid of ruining an occasional good thing. No, it wasn't us, we were just there for you to discover yourselves." Her body shivered and her breathing ragged as his finger probed, fucked her. Damn, she thought, his finger is like some cocks she'd experienced before. Everything about these men can make her cum. "You two maybe felt safe and in control with us. If so, we feel honored and aren't going to threaten that, at least not until I proposed anal with Toni." She almost came as she remembered that morning and the butt-plugs to get ready for them.
She moved her hips to feel more movement of his finger in her pussy. She kissed him hard on the mouth, then, "We do ... we do feel safe and respected with you guys. Jacob ... don't worry, please. Don't hold back. Push us. We ... hmmmmm ... we want it."
His cock was hard and pressing into her abdomen. She felt it throb against her. "Are you sure, Jean?" He removed his finger and she groaned at the loss of it. She nodded as she panted. His fingers pinched her exposed nipples, then slid behind her back and unfastened her bra. It fell down her arms to the floor and his hands encased her breasts, squeezing the flesh roughly. She gasped, again. "You want us to take you when we desire a fuck or suck?" She nodded strongly. "You want us to use you like sluts, like sluts you desire to be truly?"
"God, yes, sir. It's why we dress the way we do. It's why we came to your house for a meal outside only dressed in enticing underwear." She kissed him, pressing her groin into him, feeling his cock, grinding herself into him. "You guys make us feel ... OH GOD ... we go home at night and ... and ... we eat pussy ... each other ... for the longest time. We suck your cum from each other. Our tongues probe into gaping holes if any of you used us just before leaving." She gazed intently, lustfully, into his eyes. "Yes ... fuck yes ... just use us." She looked over his shoulder to the group still outside. Toni was on Caleb's lap and the other gathered closer. She smiled. "We could have dressed in shorts and a top and still expected to be fucked. We dressed like this because we feel a sense of being rushed, time-constrained at the office. The time is wonderful, amazing but ..." Here it is ... she's confessed so much ... just a bit more. "We ... Toni and I ... we were hoping ... maybe we could enjoy unconstrained sex with no concerns for time or ... or ... repetition."
He smiled, "That can be arranged ..." His fingers grasped the strings at her side and pushed her thong down. The wet fabric clung to her wet lips but finally fell to her feet. He took her by the hand and led her outside to the others. The others all stared at Jean's increased nudity. She was sure her inner thighs glistened with her moisture and it was verified by the eyes falling to it. "Leave the mess, it won't go anywhere. We're adjourning to the family room where it will be more comfortable." Before she turned to follow Jacob, she saw Caleb stand with Toni giggling still in his arms.
Jean followed Jacob back into the house and into the family where he sat on one of the two couches. Without hesitation, she knelt in front of him and began loosening his slacks and pulling them down his legs. She pulled his underwear from under his hips and paused at the sight of his cock. She did love these cocks, so black, so big. She pulled herself back to what she was doing and pulled his loafers off, then completed pulling off his slacks and underwear while he pulled his shirt off. As she was completing that, another pair of legs appeared next to her with the shorts falling to the ground. Matt plopped onto the couch next to his father. He pulled his shirt over his head, then grasped his cock and stroked it while Jean licked Jacob's cock with long, intentional strokes from the base to the head. As she shifted her lips to the side of the cock, she winked and smiled at Matt as she grasped his cock with her left hand and began slowly stroking the length of it.
After a few minutes, she shifted, taking Matt's cock into her mouth and stroking Jacob's with her other hand. Their cocks were hard from the time of first being exposed but she enjoyed their cocks in all ways and she knew they enjoyed her mouth on them. With Matt's cock deep in her mouth, she still noticed Jacob lean into his son and whisper something to him. Matt began to shift her from his cock and stand. A bit confused, at first, she began shifting back to Jacob but he was pulling her up. In response, she kissed up his stomach and chest to his mouth.
He spoke into her mouth, "Straddle me."
No response from her. None required. Her knees were already on either side of his legs, she just moved them further into the couch, reached between them for his cock, and held it up, her pussy moving to align to his cock. When she felt the head at her opening, she sighed at the first spreading of her lips and opening, his bulbous head again spreading her opening and filling her. Her pussy already coated with her juices allowed her to slide smoothly down his cock, expanding her, filling her until her hips touched his thighs and his cock was pressing, once again, against the top of her pussy.
Matt appeared alongside them, resting on the back of the couch, his cock presented perfectly for her mouth which opened as she leaned to it. With a big cock in her pussy and mouth, she sighed contentedly. The sigh quickly shifted to moaning and groaning and gasping as she rose and fell on the cock which assisted by plunging jerkily up into her. She mouthed and sucked on the cock in her mouth as it was also plunged into her, passing into her throat with increasing regularity. Then Jacob said something, again. She heard the sound but not the words. She was consumed by cock in more ways than merely physical. Matt pulled his cock from her mouth and it must have looked comical as her open mouth followed the retreating source of her desire even as she was fucking another one.
She focused on Jacob's cock she rose and fell on but found herself now being pulled by Matt and pushed by Jacob and she was being removed from that cock, too. She moaned in frustration. She was getting so close to the orgasm she desired, needed, craved. She allowed her body to be manipulated, maneuvered however the men wanted. She trusted they would continue fucking her, she just needed to be patient, go with their direction, be content in being used ... yes, used ... what she wanted, isn't it? ... be used, caringly but assertively.
She found herself repositioned on her knees on the couch alongside Jacob and her head fell immediately into his lap, engulfing his cock he held up for her. She took it deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling over it, tasting herself on the shaft. Then, she felt hands on her hips, knees spreading hers wider, and a cock pressing at her gaping pussy, entering, and surging in a smooth thrust deep into her. She moaned around one cock that filled her mouth to her throat as another began pounding her pussy, spreading the walls and probing deep inside to the very top. She cried out around Jacob's cock as her orgasm shook her even as Matt thrust wildly and forcefully at her. Even before her orgasm subsided, Matt's body stiffened against her and inside her. Her pussy was flooded with cum; spurt after spurt of thick cum filling her pussy and washing over the opening of her womb.
Jean had sagged during her orgasm and Matt's climax, her face buried in Jacob's crotch, his saliva covered cock on her cheek. Then ... he was gone, her face on the couch seat. Matt was gone, too. Emptiness seemed to consume her now. Before she could put real thought to where her cocks had gone, though, she felt someone flip her over onto her back. Jacob. Jacob was back in front of her. He placed one foot on the back of the couch and pushed the other onto the floor so she was spread wide before him. He looked over her body with a leering grin, his eyes were lust glazed. Jean saw the look and her body spiked, again. Her hands mauled her own breast as she watched him guide his cock in all its size and blackness to her pussy in all its gaping, messy, whiteness.
"OH ... GODDDDDD ... YESSSSS!" Instantly she was filled with cock, again. Filled. Consumed. She swore she could never tire of the feeling or cease to be so thrilling. She orgasmed, again, and he climaxed moments after that.
She heard wonderful sounds from across the space from the other couch. When she could, she turned her head from her position with Jacob recovering over her to find her daughter similarly being consumed and in the throes of an orgasm. Terrell was seated next to Caleb, Toni riding up and down on Caleb's cock. Terrell's cock was glistening with wetness in its semi-hard state, stroking Toni's back and mauling her breast as she bounced with a fury. Then, at that moment, Caleb grunted loudly and with hands on Toni's waist increased her already fast pace and slammed up into her, clearly shooting his sperm into her.
Matt appeared with fresh drinks: wine for Toni and Jean; switching to bourbon for the men. Both women sagged on the couches between two men. Jean caught Toni's eye and a simultaneous smile was shared. Jean's gaze fell to her daughter's splayed legs and the white fluid seeping from her pussy. She looked to the side to Jacob, her free hand stroking his naked thigh to his now flaccid cock.
"We're going to make a mess of your couches, sir."
He chuckled, "They're washable ... they'll wipe up." His hand repeated her action, then dipped a finger into her gaping pussy. It came out coated with cum and juice which he brought up to her lips. Everyone else watched as she opened her lips and sucked off the finger. He asked so everyone could hear, "Are you feeling better, now?"
"For now," she answered. "You know what we talked about, is it possible?"
He laughed and squeezed her nipple causing her to moan softly as she was about to sip the wine. He looked across to the other couch where Toni was relaxed between Caleb and Terrell. "Earlier, which started all this actually, your mother commented how there seems to be a feeling of time constraint limitation when we fuck in the office." He had her full attention and he watched his sons' hands caressing her. "She said she hoped tonight could be different. She hoped that this could be relaxed, unhurried while still intense. She hoped this could be a night of repetitive opportunity for fucking." He clearly had the attention of everyone. He felt Jean's breathing quickening and could see Toni's breasts rise and fall with her own heavier breathing. "Do you feel the same way, dear?"
