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Miss Bonnie's Birthday
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Miss Bonnie's Birthday It was getting close to 6:00 p.m. when I hauled the last pile of branches to the compost heap. I had spent the past six hours trimming the extensive shrubbery that covered Mr. Evans' property. Working odd jobs was my summer gig when I was home from school and this summer had turned into a very profitable one. Charles Evans, a middle-aged widower, became my best . Not only did he have a lot of work for me to do, we also became friends with benefits, in spite of the age difference. He "seduced" me after we worked to clear brush out of a fence line for two weekends. We had finished work for the day and were sitting around drinking beers. I was 18 (well, almost) but in those days you could drink when you were 18 and I had developed a taste for cold frothy brew. We had polished off a six-pack between us when Mr. Evans (I still think of him as Mr. Evans even though I'm older than he was at that time) asked me if I had ever played around with guys. I was pretty embarrassed, more by the truthful answer than by the question. "Yes, when I was a , my cousin and I would strip down and play with each other in our fort," I finally replied, a flush coloring my cheeks, my armpits sweating even more than when I was working my ass off. "Did you suck each other?" Mr. Evans asked. "No, we just jacked off, or rubbed our dicks together," I replied. This line of conversation was bringing back fond memories and I was getting more than a little bit turned on. When I noticed, Mr. Evans was getting turned on too. He was wearing a pair of cotton work pants and there was a distinct bulge along his left thigh. "So you have never sucked a man's dick?" Mr. Evans prodded. "Have you ever thought about it?" My own cock stirred as my mind raced. I had found a black-and-white photograph of a man sucking another man's dick in the shed of one of my that I cleaned out and have thought about sucking a dick almost every time I beat off since. I had never done anything "queer" since I stopped going to spend the summers at my uncle's farm and fooled around with my cousins, but I have caught myself sneaking peeks and secretly lusting after some of the guys in school. Here was this Man who was talking about all those nasty thoughts I had in my head. My dick was getting longer and thicker by the minute, straining against my briefs, bulging in my levi's. "Well," Mr. Evans asked. "Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have a hard dick in your mouth, feeling the head popping in and out of your lips?" "Yes," I blushed, my pulse racing, palms sweating. "I have kind of wondered about it. I just don't know if I could do it." "It looks like you could do it good from that hard-on in your jeans. You look like you're hot to suck some hard dick." Mr. Evans grinned as he squeezed the thick log along his thigh. "I bet if you had a chance you'd suck my big hard dick, wouldn't you?" With that, Mr. Evans stood up and unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled down his zipper. "You want some of this boy?" he asked as he pulled out his hard, uncut member. I had a lump in my throat and was torn between dropping to my knees in front of Mr. Evans and worshipping his thick hard cock, or hauling ass outta there and never come back. Mr. Evans' advance toward me, pulling back the foreskin and uncovering his big mushroom head, forced my decision. "Your dick is so big and hard," I said. "I do want to try to suck your hard cock." I got up to my knees as Mr. Evans reached where I was sitting and wrapped my hand around the base of his dick, squeezing firmly, his head swelled up like a shiny plum. "Suck it boy," he said as he thrust his hips toward me, smiling warmly, the turgid tuber inches from my face. Tentatively, I parted my lips and took the head into my mouth; the texture was so silky smooth beneath my tongue. I was sucking a dick and I was liking it! After a second or two, I began working my tongue around that glorious glans, working my hand up and down his shaft as I slurped on his knob. Mr. Evans looked like he was enjoying what I was doing. His hips began moving back and forth working his big fat cock in and out between my lips, slowly fucking my hand and mouth. My saliva was flowing all over his dick now, providing lubrication. "You're doing that real good, Joey," Mr. Evans moaned. "You sure you never did this before?" Mr. Evans held my head as he worked his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth with increasing fervor. My jaws were getting sore, I had slobber drooling down my chin and Mr. Evans' cock damn near down my throat, bobbing up and down on his thick throbbing shaft, when all of a sudden, he roughly pulled my head all the way down on his cock, gagging me with it, making my eyes water and snot shoot out my nose and began to cum down my gullet. His cock pulsed and throbbed like a beating heart, rhythmically pumping gobs of viscous cum. I had no choice but to work my throat to keep from drowning on his thick hot load, swallowing in desperation to get a breath of air. After what seemed like an eternity, he let go of my head and I could pull off his dick, gasping, gagging, heaving. My whole body was trembling from excitement, as well as the stress of choking on Mr. Evans' monster member. I collapsed onto the grass wiping my face with my t-shirt and Mr. Evans sat down beside me and put his arm around my shoulder, slowly stroking his softening cock. It was covered with cum and slobber and it was so slick I couldn't help but slide my hand up and down it too, spreading his cum all over his hairy thighs and belly. "I'm sorry I got a little rough with you Joe," he apologized. "You got me so hot I just couldn't stop cumming." "Wow," I said catching my breath. "That was great! Did I do it good Mr. Evans?" "Boy, you did fine, but you need to practice sucking dick until you can swallow me whole without choking," Mr. Evans reassured. Anyhow, Mr. Evans and I practiced every chance we got from then on. He taught me all about the different pleasures a man can give to another that I'll go into in another story. Right now though, you get the drift of my summer with Mr. Evans and what was to come this steamy summer evening. So back to the story. I put away the tools and knocked on Mr. Evans' door to let him know that I had finished, and also to see if he wanted to fool around. He came to the door in a pair of gym shorts and tank-top. I don't know what it was about him, but every time I was around him, all I could think of was his big hot dick and beefy body. "I'm all done for today Mr. Evans," I said. "Do you want me to come back tomorrow?" "Actually, I have another little job for you to do tonight if you're not busy," he replied as he opened the door and motioned me inside. I smiled knowingly and said, "I'm never to busy to work for you Mr. Evans," thinking that he wanted me to work on the big tool making a tent in his shorts. "Hold on buddy, you haven't heard what I want you to do," he said. Just then I looked around inside the house and noticed that Mr. Evans had done some major cleaning. The dining room table was set with three place settings and there was a wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" I asked. "Well, you remember Bonnie?" he said. "Sure, she's your lady friend who lives in Tallahassee, I met her last month while we were clearing brush," I replied. "Right. I've told you about her and...well today is her birthday and she's coming down to spend the night. I was thinking that if you are interested, you could help me with a birthday surprise." I was totally confused. "What's the surprise," I asked. "Actually, you'd be part of her present. Bonnie has been talking about having a threesome for some time and has expressed a mighty strong interest in you and since we're all friends...we're friends right? Well, I thought it would be the perfect time to let her realize her fantasy. I know she'll be hot to get together with you. What do you think?" I had never seen Mr. Evans so tentative. He had always been in complete control before, but now he was all nervous and excited. "I don't know..." I started. "She is really sexy and loves to fuck. You'll have a great time, I know she's older and a little bit heavy, but she is hotter than a firecracker in the sack and can get pretty nasty." he reassured. Here again, I was presented with another stage of sexual enlightenment at the hands of this man who had already taught me so much. I was totally turned on by the prospect of having sex with Mr. Evans and his girlfriend, but also very nervous about pleasing her. "If you're sure Miss Bonnie won't mind, I would love to fool around with you and her," I stuttered. "I need you to be clear," Mr. Evans admonished, "you and I will both be ‘fooling around’ with HER...understand? This is HER day and she will be the center of our attention." "Oh, that’s cool; no sucking your dick while Miss Bonnie is here, right?" "You got it. At least for now, let's keep everything else between us," he said. "You go get a shower. Bonnie will be here in about an hour and we'll have some drinks and dinner and see what happens." "I don't have any clean clothes and these are stankin with sweat," I told him. "Here, strip out of those nasty duds and I'll throw them in the wash. I have a change of clothes that should fit you. Not sure whose they are, but I'll find them and put them out in the den for when you're washed up." I watched Mr. Evans eyeing me as I pulled my soiled shirt up over my head. Then teasingly, I undid my shorts and let them drop to my ankles, my dick standing proud in front of me at the thought of fucking a real live woman. My boner wasn't<b> wasted </font></b>on Mr. Evans. He grinned broadly and cupped my tight balls in his hand, giving my cock a firm squeeze. "We're gonna have a great night," he said huskily as he pulled me close and kissed me hard on the mouth. I almost came right then. The scent of his cologne, his cigar breath, his hard dick pressing against me and his firm grip on my cock put me right near the edge. "Yeah we are," I moaned with pleasure, rubbing Mr. Evans through his shorts, "you want to take a bath?" I asked, quoting Pink's groupie. "You go wash up and come get the clothes in the den," he said as he pushed me toward the bathroom, giving my ass a smack as I turned to go, watching my tight buns as I headed down the hall. "We're going to save that for dessert." I left the door open and adjusted the water on the shower and stepped into the stinging spray. My cock was hard as only a 's cock can be. Almost painfully swollen and standing straight up against my belly. I washed my hair and soaped up all over, paying particular attention to my raging rod and also making sure my brown-eye, as Mr. Evans calls it, was nice and clean, inside and out. I rinsed off and turned off the water, stepped out of the stall and toweled off before heading to the den to find my fresh change of clothes. I hung the towel on the shower rod before leaving the bathroom and padded down the hall with my hard cock leading the way. Turning the corner to the den I called, "Mr. Evans, did you find those clothes you...," I stopped in mid sentence as I walked into the dimly lit den. There, on the sofa, was Mr. Evans and his friend Bonnie. She was just unwrapping a package that was obviously a birthday gift, when she looked up and saw me standing in the doorway, dumbfounded and embarrassed, trying to cover up my hard-on with both hands. "Hello, Joe," she said seductively, flashing a broad smile. "I was just unwrapping my birthday present, and here is my other present already unwrapped, she giggled." I flushed with embarrassment and tried to smile as I said, "hello Miss Bonnie, happy birthday," but my voice was weak and my smile made my discomfort painfully obvious. "Thank you, sugar," Bonnie drawled. "It sure looks like it is going to be my best birthday ever. Don't be bashful Joey," Bonnie said, "you don't have to be shy around me. Come see what Charlie got me for my birthday." With that, she pulled a leather corset from the package she had torn open, stood up and held it against her. "Do you like it?" she smiled. I was still frozen in place when she continued, "Come here Joey. You have a big beautiful prick, come let momma get a closer look." Almost like under a spell, I moved my hands away, and my cock flopped down heavily, wagging up and down as I walked the few steps to the sofa. Miss Bonnie sat back down, motioning me toward her, smiling encouragingly and licked her full, red lips hungrily. Reaching the the sofa, I stood there on display and Miss Bonnie eyed me up and down. She motioned me to turn and show her my butt, standing almost at attention, she squeezed my tight ass firmly, then turning again under her direction to look down at her, as she encircled the base of my dick with her cool, delicate hand, her red painted fingers guiding my engorged mushroom head toward her luscious red lips. She looked up at me, then down at the object of her attention, and moaned softly as the tip of her tongue teased the slit of my dick, probing and coaxing my pre-cum to flow in greater and greater quantities. "You have a beautiful prick, Joey," she said softly, "I can hardly wait to feel it inside me." She leaned over and planted a deep kiss on Mr. Evans. "Thank you Charlie, this is going to be the best birthday ever," she said almost out of breath. "I'm going to try on my present and then I'm going to try on my other presents," she said lewdly. "Charlie, why don't you fix us some drinks while I change into something more comfortable," she suggested getting up. "And you, Joey baby, don't you go anywhere with that big, beautiful thing," she admonished sternly before gathering up her packages and heading toward the bedroom. "Wow, Mr. Evans," I said when Miss Bonnie had left the room. "This is wild, I am so glad you asked me to stay." "Just you wait, my boy." Mr. Evans chuckled. "Bonnie is one hot and nasty gal when she's turned on, and I ain't never seen her more turned on than now." With that, Mr. Evans headed over to the bar. "Tom Collins okay by you Joe?" he asked as he pulled out a bottle of gin and a pitcher and began plunking ice cubes into it. "Sure," I replied, still feeling a little awkward being all naked and stuff, sitting down on the sofa where Miss Bonnie had just gotten up while Mr. Evans was mixing up a batch of libations. After some pouring and stirring and clanking of ice and glass, Mr. Evans returned to take a seat on the other side of the couch, setting a tray of glasses and a frosted pitcher of pale golden liquid on the table. He leaned forward to fill the glasses as Miss Bonnie peaked around the door frame, sticking one stocking-clad, high heeled leg into the doorway. Miss Bonnie had super sexy legs and the contrast between the black stocking and the creamy pale flesh of her upper thigh made my pulse quicken and if it were possible, my dick stiffen even more. "Ta-DA!" she announce with a flourish as she strode into the den. My mouth must have gaped open as I looked at the sexiest female I have ever seen (not that I'd seen very many). She stood framed in the doorway, wearing only high heel shoes, black stockings, and the the black leather corset that Mr. Evans had bought for her. She had a voluptuous body with thick thighs, long shapely legs, and the largest milky white breasts I had ever seen. They were proudly on display, atop the shelf-like half-bra that made up the top of the leather cinched around her waist. Her her areolas were a stark contrast of deep coral about the size of saucers, accented with large, hard nipples, that seemed as big as the tip of my finger, much larger and darker than any of the boobies I have had the pleasure to have played with. The corset covered the curve of her hips and below, her pussy was a broad triangle of soft, black curly hair, indicating to me that she was not a natural red-head...funny what runs through your head at the oddest moments. "Well boys, do you like?" she asked immodestly. I stood up instinctively and said, "Miss Bonnie, you are BEAUTIFUL!" I exclaimed. "I'm glad you like it sugar," she smiled. "You sure know how to make a girl feel pretty." Bonnie walked slowly to the sofa and sat down between Mr. Evans and me, patting the seat next to her for me to sit back down. "Let's have a drink Charlie," she suggested as Mr. Evans finished pouring the cocktails and passed out the glasses. Raising his glass, Mr. Evans said, "here's to a wonderful woman and a satisfying night for everyone." We all clinked glasses in a toast and I swallowed a huge gulp of the drink to quench my thirst and wet my dry throat. Mr. Evans and Miss Bonnie took a drink as well, and kissed deeply. "Happy birthday honey," he said when they came up for air and set his drink back on the coffee table. I had gulped most of my drink while watching Miss Bonnie slide her hand up Mr. Evans shorts and rub his dick during their kiss. I don't know if it was the gin, or just the comfortable scene, but my inhibitions slipped off me like my shorts did earlier. I began caressing Miss Bonnie's shoulders, feeling bolder, my hands slipped lower and cupped her big ol' boobies as I nuzzled her neck and kissed down her soft shoulders. Sighing, she leaned back on the couch giving me easy access to her mammoth mammaries, her hands reaching out to each of us, stroking my thigh and Mr. Evans' chest. Shifting in my seat to bring my rock hard dick into easy reach, I squeezed her breast as I began suckling her thick hard nipple, tugging it with my lips, sucking it deep into my mouth, licking all around the puckering skin that surrounded it. I could not get enough of this. I was sucking her tit like I was starving and she was my only source of nourishment. Mr. Evans began working her other breast. Squeezing it, tweaking her nipple, rolling it between his fingers until it was long and swollen and a deeper shade of pink. Miss Bonnie had my dick in her left hand and her other hand was up Mr. Evans' shorts stroking his dick as well while we both ravaged her huge, responsive tits. "Oh my heavens," Miss Bonnie moaned. "You boys are adorable." She was melting into the couch, sliding down and forward, her legs spreading wide as she leaned to her right and kissed her way down Mr. Evans' belly and devoured his thick brown cock in one gulp. She shifted her weight, turning onto her stomach to gain easier access to Mr. Evans' cock and began moaning and bobbing her head up and down his swollen shaft. Denied of Miss Bonnies tittie, I focused my attention on the pale, white, hemisphere of her ample ass. Sliding over, I gave Miss Bonnie more room to spread out on the sofa and positioned myself near the arm of the couch, half-way between her legs, careful not to kneel on her, or on those spiked heels strapped to her feet. I ran my hands down her back, following the contours of her wide hips, sliding them down around her buttocks, down her thighs as far as I could reach and then reversed the direction back up, fingers brushing against the tufts of hair that peaked between her legs, spreading her cheeks under the pressure of my caresses. As I massaged her back and kneaded her ass, my cock was rubbing up and down along her leg, sending wonderful tingles all through me, making my balls tighten, and my sphincter draw up. I could feel myself tensing and getting ready to cum all over Miss Bonnie's stockinged legs and sofa, so I forced myself to calm down, moving my throbbing cock away from her soft, silky legs and focusing myself on giving her as much pleasure as she could stand, and from her moaning and squirming, she was feeling a good amount of pleasure already. Deliberately, I moved my hands down to her buttocks, slipping my hands between her thighs, spreading her legs further apart and settling in between them. Her big butt was directly at face level, the thick lips of her labia clearly framed between her creamy white thighs. Spreading her cheeks with both hands, I pressed my face between them, my tongue slathering along her butt-crack, licking from pussy lips to near the small of her back. "OH JOEY!" she gasped as my tongue twirled around the puckering brown ring of her anus. The surprise assault caught her off guard and she involuntarily stopped slurping on Mr. Evans cock to gasp her approval. "MMMMM baby," she purred while stroking Mr. Evans slick cock and grinding her backside against my pursed lips and teasing tongue. "You eat me soooo gooooood." Her encouragement renewed my resolve (if it had ever flagged) and I tongued her ass and pussy with wild abandon. She reached between her legs and pulled back on her pubic hair hard, causing the thick swollen lips of her pussy to stretch tight, showing off her glistening pink gash and hard, penis-like clitoris. Her pussy was so wet, it looked like someone had rubbed lotion all over it. Now, my lack of experience with coitus, was more than made up for with my experience eating pussy. I had dated a girl for almost all of last year who NEVER allowed me fuck her, but she was always eager for the orgasms I gave her orally. Although Miss Bonnie's pussy was bigger and thicker and much more hairy than Jessica's, or any other that I have known, I have never been more turned on, than by the sight, taste and scent of her. Taking aim on this glistening pink slit, I pressed my face firmly between her thighs, my chin pressing against the swollen button of her clit, my nose wedged between the cheeks of her butt, pressing against her anus, and my lips and tongue feasting on the copious amounts of thick creamy froth flowing from her hot slit. Bonnie's legs were trembling and she ground herself against me, almost bruising my mouth as I devoured her like a starving animal. Lapping, licking, fucking her streaming gash with my tongue as if it were a tiny cock, completely absorbed in eating her out. With a cry, Miss Bonnie arched her back and pressed her thighs together, trapping my face between them and her already drenched pussy gushed forth such a huge load of fluid, that I thought she had lost control and pee'd in my mouth. I mentally thanked Mr. Evans again for getting me over my squeemishness over bodily fluids. Eagerly, I swallowed her discharge, licking her slit, sucking her slickery lips until her trembling subsided a little and she collapsed, sobbing, flat onto her belly across Mr. Evans' lap, almost bending his raging hard-on beneath her. "Oh my heavens!" Miss Bonnie exclaimed. "I have never felt anything like that before in my life. You are great fun, Joey baby." I was still at peak excitement and watching the grown woman panting and trying to catch her breath was driving me crazy. Her big bare butt, slick with my saliva as well as her cum invitingly poking toward me was more than I could ignore. I adjusted myself onto my knees and with considerable force, pushed my rigid cock down to line up with the angle of Miss Bonnie's ass and rubbed it between her buttocks, along the length of her crack where my face had been minutes before. Without thinking or consideration, I slid my dick up and down along her crack and equally without thinking, my trigger had tripped and I shot a thick hot stream of cum that landed square in the middle of Miss Bonnie's back, and glazed her butt-hole and oozed down between her thighs where it mingled with her own juices. "Oh BABY," Miss Bonnie called out when my hot load errupted and covered her backside. "Baby got excited, didn't he, Joey darlin'?" "I'm so sorry," I apologized, immediately coming back to my senses. "I didn't mean to make a mess all over you, Miss Bonnie." "Don't be silly, Joey," she said raising up and looking directly at me. "I love it. I love hot sperm. I just never had it all over my backside before," she added with a smile. Mr. Evans slipped out from under her and reached for a box of tissue to wipe up the now pooling cum from Miss Bonnie's back, handing the box to me so I could capture the long dangling rope of cum that was still hanging from my softening cock before it dripped onto the sofa. Miss Bonnie rolled over onto her back, lifting one leg over my head as she turned over, flashing her slick wet split in the process, riveting my gaze and sparking my lust all over again. "My kitty is starving, Charlie baby. She needs a big hard prick to calm her down," she said as her hands worked her pussy. Rubbing her mound, fingering herself, grinding her hands hard against her ravenous rift. "C'mere, Joey," she purred looking up at my dangling dick. "You need to get your strength back before you can fill up my kitty." Disentangling myself, I got up onto unsteady legs and vacated my prized position between Miss Bonnie's heavenly thighs. Mr. Evans took a deep drink, and offered Miss Bonnie a sip, which she gratefully accepted. He took the glass and set it back on the coffee table and climbed onto the end of the sofa where I had been, while I positioned myself near Miss Bonnie's head and began rubbing and squeezing her breasts. Mr. Evans slid an arm under each of her thighs and lifted this large lady effortlessly to bring her gaping gash into the right position. With one fluid motion, he impaled Miss Bonnie without any resistance, balls deep, and began working his thick hard cock in and out of her creamy pussy. "OH DADDY!" Miss Bonnie called out when Mr. Evans plunged his cock inside her. "You do me so good. Fill me up with your big fat prick." "You like that don't you baby," Mr. Evans grunted while he pistoned his cock in and out. "You need a big cock to fuck your sloppy wet cunt, don't you?" Mr. Evans was great at talking dirty. He always made me feel like a nasty cock-slut when we were fucking and he did the same to Miss Bonnie. "YESSSS!" she screamed. "I need YOUR big fat COCK fucking my sloppy hot CUUUNNNTT. Fuck it hard daddy, fuck me baby, fuck me Charlie!" Watching Mr. Evans' cock slamming in and out of Bonnie's hairy wet cunt and hearing her screaming how bad she needed fucking got me raring to go again. I was squeezing Bonnie's titties hard, pinching her big hard nipples, feeling them throb between my fingers. Bonnie was flailing and bucking to meet Charlie's thrusts and reached up over her head, grabbing me around the waist with one thick arm to steady herself, and pulled me forward, trying to find my stiffening dick. Charlie had her firmly under control. Holding her arched up, driving his cock home with every thrust. "Yeah baby, suck that boy's cock while I fuck your sweet pussy. You love cock, don't you? You can't get enough cock in your cunt and down your throat, can you slut?" I don't know who was effected more by Mr. Evans' words, but my cock stiffened bone-hard and I climbed up and straddled Miss Bonnie's face. "Oh yes, please suck my cock," I begged. "Your mouth is so soft and wet, just like your hot pussy," I continued. I'm not very verbal when I'm having sex, but I was getting into this more than I have ever before. I was at an awkward angle for Bonnie to get a good mouth-lock on me, so I leaned forward even more, steadying myself by grasping her at her waist. My cock was almost perpendicular to Bonnie's luscious full lips, and she was pulling herself toward me by holding around my waist. Thank goodness for strength training. I found a fulcrum with my knees and supported my upper body enough to keep from hurting her as I stretched out above her. Her titties were pressed against my abdomen, her soft belly against my chest and the top of her cum-matted bush was even with my chin. I had a bird's eye-view of Mr. Evans' cock, coated with a thick white film that looked like hand lotion, plunging in and out between thick hairy pussy-lips. The huge knob of his head pulling her lips out when he withdrew, and I watched as they wrapped around his glistening, engorged shaft as he drove it back home. His big hairy balls were banging against Bonnie's slick, wet ass and there was pussy juice that gushed every once in a while when cock and pussy made the correct seal. I have never in my wildest, wettest dreams, imagined sex like this. "Do you like having your cunt and craw full of cock?" Mr. Evans asked as he worked a steady rhythm. Bonnie was not about to reply. She was slurping on my cock like no one had ever done before. Moving her head up and down, round and round, sucking, rolling her tongue all around my head, and underneath, taking me deep down her throat, then working only the head with her lips and tongue while jacking my shaft up and down; all she could manage was a satisfied groan that sent vibrations all through my throbbing hard cock. If I hadn't just shot a load, I would have cum in no time from this treatment. She was driving me wild with passion. I put more weight on her so I could bring my face down to her hot snatch and began to nuzzel her wet pelt, inhaling the musky, pungent, almost spicy, scent that was coming from between her legs. "MMMMMMM Bonnie, you smell so good," I breathed, "I could just eat you up." Mr. Evans pulled his dick out and rapped me on the head with it as I encroached on his ability to plow Bonnie's furrow. "Give me a few minutes boy, then you can eat all the pussy you can stand," he grinned. Properly chastised, I retreated to kissing and licking Bonnie wherever I could find exposed skin, and even some places that were covered by her leather corset, all the while working my dick in and out of her hot, wet mouth, fucking her mouth like Charles was fucking her pussy. We had gotten into a sea-saw like rhythm. Mr. Evans' thrusts driving Bonnie upward, my thrusting cock down her throat driving her back down. Back and forth this hot, horny slut was taking everything we could give her and loving every inch. Bonnie was bucking and sucking, Charles was pounding away like a jack-hammer and I was pulling Bonnie's pubic hair taut, like she had done to expose her swollen clit when I was licking her out. Everyone was focused on what they were doing and having done to them. My whole world was made up of cock and mouth and all wrapped up in the heady aroma of hot bodies having hot sex when Bonnie suddenly pulled off my cock and screamed "OH GOD I'm CUMMMMMing." Mr. Evans took that as his cue and he kicked into high gear. His cock pumping in and out of Bonnie's spasming cunt like a jack-hammer. "Take it all slut!" Charlie growled, "I'm going to paint your cunt with my hot cum." I had rolled out of the way, giving Bonnie the freedom to buck and heave as their bellies and thighs slapped together, I reached in and grabbed a handfull of soaked pussy hair and pulled firmly to make Bonnie's lips stretch tight around Charlie's slick, swollen cock, rubbing the top of her mound vigorously, working the hood of Bonnie's clit up and down while Charlie's cock worked in and out. Charlie let out a deep grunt as he slammed inside Bonnie for the last time, nearly lifting her up off the couch with the force of his rigid rod. He held himself hard against her for a few seconds, pumping his seed deep inside the hot, pulsing cavern. Grabbing my hair and pulling me toward Bonnie's gaping, swollen, oozing slit, he said, "eat this boy, lick that hot fucking cunt." I was taken by complete surprise. I knew Mr. Evans liked being the boss, and he really got off doing me rough and I loved it too, but I didn't expect him to let loose like this in front of someone else, especially not Miss Bonnie. If there is one thing I've learned from Mr. Evans, and there have been many more, it was to follow his lead and also, to be a nasty slut myself. Pulling my face down between Bonnie's slick thighs, Mr. Evans rubbed my face up and down the length of Bonnies gooey gash. "I said eat that pussy boy," Mr. Evans ordered. "Lick that hot nasty cunt, suck my cum out before it gets all over the couch. Clean up my mess now." My face was covered with cream and cum, my nostrils filling with globs of the thick stringy goo that was flowing out of Bonnie's still spasming split and running up my nose that was firmly wedged between her butt-cheeks. Breathing through my mouth, I worked my tongue up and down the deep red slit while Bonnie resumed her mouth work on my huge hardon and squeezing my ass, spreading my buttcheeks apart as she swallowed as much of my dick as she could. Mercifully, the cum in my nose cleared a little and I snorted a bit, feeling it slide down my throat and then clamped my mouth on Bonnie's creamy hot pussy and tongue fucked her slit while sucking her pussy lips and feasting on her and Mr. Evans' combined juices, wallowing in their sex. "Is that good pussy, baby," Bonnie asked, catching her breath, and substituting vigorous hand work on my cock for her soft wet mouth and full hot lips. "Eat that sweet wet cunt lover, eat it all up, make momma's pussy feel good baby, suck daddy's cum out of my nasty fuck-hole." I was still in a state of disbelief at the scene that was unfolding. Bonnie was getting into playing the game that Mr. Evans had started. I was so turned on by these two that it was hard to believe my luck, and still I was a little unsure how to act, and where her limits were. Abandoning all reason and propriety I lapped eagerly at "momma's" pussy, the scent and taste so intoxicating, making my cock throb and tingle as much as the friction exerted by Bonnie's furious hand-job. "Oh momma," I gasped, "I love your big, wet, sloppy cunt. Daddy's cum tastes soooo good inside you. Feed me every bit of your sweet pussy." "You nasty pussy eating boy," Bonnie snarled just before wrapping her mouth around my cock and resumed sucking and jacking my painfully hard cock. Her hand was a blur as she pumped my shaft, her mouth slick and wet gobbling my head. Harder and faster she sucked and jacked my dick while I slurped her pussy with all my might. "Cum for me baby," Bonnie coaxed, "give momma your thick hot sperm." My hips were thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth and hand, my face grinding the wet slit between her thick thighs, when every muscle in my body tensed up and I let loose a wad of cum with such force I could hear it spurt forth...at least it felt like I heard it. Bonnie wrapped both arms around my hips, pulled herself against me and took my spewing cock all the way down. Her throat milking my cock with every swallow as she worked to keep from gagging on my dick and the copious flood of cum. Bonnie relaxed her grip around my waist and slowly, lovingly, suckled my softening cock, purring softly. I collapsed on top of her, resting my cheek against her sticky thigh, gasping for breath, feeling so relaxed, my fingers playing in her thick patch of luxurious fur that tried in vain to conceal her sweet hot snatch. "Baby, you are one hot nasty fuck," Bonnie chuckled as I rolled to my side, nearly rolling off the edge of the sofa, steadying myself with one hand on the floor. "Charlie baby, you got me a wonderful birthday present." Bonnie and I untangled ourselves and I sat on the floor, still totally<b> wasted </font></b>from her incredible blow-job. "Hand momma her drink baby," Bonnie said, running her fingers through my sweat-soaked hair and leaned over me, her massive bosom weighing down on either side of my face. I reached forward and handed Bonnie her glass, then gave Mr. Evans his. Raising my own glass in a toast I said, "Miss Bonnie, you are the most wonderful woman I have ever met. I am so glad you let me help you celebrate your birthday tonight and I hope to be able to help you celebrate many more." We all clinked glasses and drank up, quenching the thirst that our strenuous activity had worked up. "Here, here," Mr. Evans agreed and poured a refill for everyone. "I don't know about you two, but I'm starving. You're probably full of pussy and cum, but I'm ready for some supper." Mr. Evans got up, his thick cock hanging heavy between his tree-trunk like legs. Not hard any more, but still thick and full of life that wouldn't take much to bring to full strength. He stood there for a minute while Bonnie and I watched lustfully, then swaying his hips, he wagged his fat cock up and down at us, making it stiffen in the process. "If you don't put that away for now Charlie, it won't be supper I'll be eating," Bonnie scolded with a smile. I have to freshen up. You boys have made a real mess of me." Bonnie stood up and I looked up her long legs, to the dark damp juncture of her thick creamy white thighs, my own well worn cock stirring at the view of this voluptuous woman's body that I adored. "If you don't put that away for now," I teased, "I won't be eating any supper either." "Baby, you can eat me for breakfast, dinner, supper and dessert," Bonnie grinned and then headed down the hall to the bathroom. "She's really hot," I said as Bonnie left the room. "I never had anything like this before." "I told you she's a nasty slut when she gets going," Mr. Evans said as he headed to the kitchen. "Come help me get this spread on the table so we can eat." Looking at the clock as I joined Mr. Evans to lay out the food, I noticed it was only 8:30. In less than two hours I had experienced more than I had in the previous 19 years, AND it was still early. There was no telling what the rest of the night had in store, but I was sure looking forward to finding out. I was putting a big platter of quail on the table when Bonnie came back into the room. Bowls of rice and peas and squash completed the menu. "I love my outfit Charlie, but I was just too hot after all that," she explained, "I just had get into something a little cooler." Turning toward her, I noticed she had put on a sheer, gauzey, nightie that did nothing to conceal the dark circles of her areola or the dark patch between her legs. "That outfit isn't cooler, it's HOT," I leered. "You look beautiful." "I guess you boys aren't going to dress for dinner," Bonnie asked, raising an eyebrow as I pulled out her chair for her to sit at the table. "No point being all formal," Mr. Evans quipped, "considering..." he trailed off with a grin. Mr. Evans and I took our seats on either side of the birthday girl, and everyone began passing bowls and filling plates. When everyone had what they wanted, Mr. Evans stood, his dick dangling over his plate, raised his glass and said, "I propose a toast to good food, good friends and good times." Bonnie and I raised our glasses in unison and said as if on cue, "cheers," and drank up. "Let's eat," Mr. Evans said, "we can have dessert in the bedroom when we're finished with supper." ==============End Part One========================== |
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