When I awoke the next morning, the sun was already peeking through the blinds, casting a soft glow over the room. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint, lingering scent of Lin’s pussy on my face. It was a potent combination that had my cock thickening again, despite the exhaustion of the night before.
After a quick shower, I took care to spare my face from the water, not wanting to wash away the sticky remnants of our decadent playtime. But the feeling was too much—I needed to be clean. So, with a sigh of resignation, I lathered my face, the warm water carrying away the evidence of our escapades.
I made my way downstairs, the house still quiet except for the faint murmur of the TV in the living room. Lin and Pam sat at the kitchen table, dressed in matching silk robes, sipping coffee and nibbling on toast. They looked up as I entered, their eyes sparkling with mischief. The sight of them together, so relaxed and intimate, was a stark reminder of the previous night.
“Good morning, lover,” Pam drawled, her voice thick with sleep. Lin giggled, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. The table was set for three, the empty chair at the head of the table beckoning me closer. I took my seat, asking about Gloria.
“Ah, she’s up early,” Lin chirped, her voice filled with innocence that seemed almost at odds with the events of the previous night. “She’s got her fitness class. She’s out back in the shed. She said you could join her after your breakfast.” she said with a knowing smile.
I took a sip of the scalding coffee, savoring the bitter taste as it washed over my tongue. The caffeine hit my bloodstream like a jolt of electricity, jolting me fully awake. The breakfast was simple, toast and jam, but it felt like a feast after the deprivation of the night before.
As I swallowed the last bite, I made my way to the backyard, the cool morning air sending a shiver down my spine. The big shed had been converted to a fitness room as it seemed. I approached it with a mix of excitement and trepidation, the noises from inside growing clearer with each step.
My eyes widened when I peeked through the window. There was Gloria, skin glistening with her sweat. She was bent over, doing squats with a grace that defied her age. But what really caught my attention was the muscular young black man beneath her, his broad shoulders and powerful thighs flexing with each of her movements. His cock, sizable and glistening with lubricant, was buried deep inside her, his face a mask of pleasure and concentration.
Gloria noticed me and waved me inside, smiling broadly. She didn’t miss a beat, her movements still rhythmic and precise. She finished her count of fifty repetitions and gracefully stepped off the young man’s cock, her pussy making a wet, sucking sound as she did so. He grunted and leaned against the bench, his chest heaving from exertion. She wiped the beads of sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, the gesture strangely elegant amidst the raw sexuality of the scene.
“Marcus,” she purred, “meet Jason, my personal fitness coach.” She gestured to the muscular man who was now standing before me, his hand extended. I took it tentatively, feeling the heat from his body and the slickness of his palm. His cock stood at attention, bobbing slightly as he released my hand. “Jason, this is Marcus, my… well, you know.”
The young man grinned, his teeth a stark white against his dark skin. “Nice to meet you, man,” he said, his voice a deep rumble. “Gloria’s been telling me all about your little adventures last night.”
I felt a flush creep up my neck, but Gloria just laughed. “Don’t be shy, darling,” she said, patting my cheek. “We’re all friends here. And Jason is a very… open-minded young man.”
He winked at me, still grinning, and I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of envy and attraction towards him. His body was like something out of a Greek statue, all sculpted muscles and raw power. And his cock, still standing tall and proud, glistened with Gloria’s juices. It was a stark contrast to my own, which had been denied its own release the night before. The sight of it made my mouth water, a hunger I didn’t quite understand gnawing at me.
Gloria noticed my gaze and chuckled. “You’re welcome to watch us, but there’s a dress code in my gym,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’ll need to get naked, darling. After all, we can’t have you overheating, can we?”
I nodded, my cheeks burning as I began to strip. The cool air hit my skin, sending goosebumps across my body. By the time I was naked, Gloria had straddled Jason again, but this time, she faced me. Her pussy was still glistening from their earlier workout, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
As she slid onto him once more, he began to explain the importance of engaging her pelvic muscles, his voice a gentle guide as she found a rhythm that worked for her. Her movements grew more deliberate, each downward stroke causing his cock to disappear inside her, only to be drawn back out with a slow, torturous ascent. It was a mesmerizing dance, each part of her body moving in perfect harmony with the other.
Gloria noticed my hardness and raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Is it my mature pussy, or is it Jason’s beautiful big cock that has got you all excited?” she asked, her voice a velvet caress.
“Both – I guess” I murmured, unable to hide my admiration for the erotic tableau before me.
Gloria’s smile grew wider, and she winked. “Good answer,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Now, why don’t you come over here and get a closer look?”
With shaky legs, I approached them, my eyes glued to the spot where their bodies met. The sight was mesmerizing—his dark, muscled body against her pale, soft skin, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size. I felt a strange sense of belonging, a part of something much larger than myself.
Her pussy was a thing of beauty, even in the harsh light of day. It glistened with a mixture of sweat and lube, the pink folds flushed and swollen from the workout they had given it. Each time she descended onto him, the softness of her skin enveloped his cock, the wet sounds echoing through the room. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy, but also an undeniable attraction. The way her muscles rippled and tightened around him was hypnotic, a dance of pure, unbridled passion.
Jason’s cock was a beacon of masculine power, standing tall and proud, a stark contrast to the gentle slope of Gloria’s stomach. It was like watching a sculpture come to life, each vein and contour a testament to his strength. His balls were high and tight, the sight making my own cock throb in response.
“If you want to see her cum,” Jason murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the room, “just give her clit a few gentle licks. She’ll explode on my cock., I bet you. Has done it before.”
I nodded, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. This was a new experience for me, but I was eager to be a part of it. I bent down, my eyes locked on the spot where they were joined, and flicked out my tongue. I aimed for Gloria’s clit, but in my haste, I accidentally brushed against Jason’s shaft as well.
Gloria hissed from the contact, her eyes snapping to mine with a look that was half surprise, half pleasure. Jason groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. “Careful there, buddy,” he warned, his voice strained with effort. “If you keep doing that, there’s going to be a big mess.”
But I was beyond caring about messes or warnings. I was lost in the moment, my tongue dancing between Gloria’s pussy and Jason’s cock. Each taste was a revelation, the combination of their flavors a heady cocktail that had me craving more. I licked from the base of his shaft to her clit, feeling the smoothness of his skin and the slickness of her arousal. They both groaned in unison, their eyes locked on my face as I worked.
And then, it happened. I saw it first in Jason’s balls, the way they tightened and drew up closer to his body. It was a subtle sign, one that spoke of his impending climax. And as if on cue, Gloria’s body stiffened, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her pussy quivered around him, the muscles clamping down, holding him inside her tightly.
The sight was mesmerizing, a beautiful symphony of pleasure and passion. And then, as if the universe had conspired for this very moment, they both reached their peak. Gloria’s orgasm was a crescendo, her body shaking with the force of it. Jason grunted, his abs tightening as he shot his load deep inside her, filling her up in a way that was both primal and beautiful.
And as he pulled out, the reality of the situation hit me. Puddles of cum oozed out of her, a sticky, warm mess that seemed to invite me in. Without a second thought, I dove down, my tongue eager to taste the sweet nectar of their union. The musky scent of sex filled my nostrils as I lapped it up, savoring each drop. Their eyes went wide with shock, but there was something else in there—excitement, maybe? A spark that told me I had crossed another boundary, pushed another limit.
After a few moments, Gloria panted, “Alright, that’s enough.” She was smiling, though, that wicked smile that told me she wasn’t really mad. She hopped off of Jason and took a seat on one of the chairs, patting the one next to her. “Come sit with us, Marcus,” she said, her voice a mix of sultry satisfaction and mischief.
I complied, my cock still standing at attention, desperately seeking relief. Jason took a towel from the bench and wiped himself down, his muscles rippling with each movement. He was still hard, watching me with a smoldering gaze that sent shivers down my spine. “Looks like someone enjoyed the show,” he murmured, his eyes on my erection.
Gloria handed me a towel as well, her gaze lingering on my face. “So, Marcus, tell me,” she began, her voice a purr, “have my little Lin and I been conditioning you to enjoy the taste of cum?”
I took the towel, feeling the rough fabric against my sensitive skin. “I… I don’t know,” I stuttered, my mind racing. “It just felt right.”
Gloria’s eyes gleamed as she looked over at Jason, her gaze lingering on his still-hard cock. “Well, if you enjoyed that so much,” she said, her voice a siren’s call, “then you’re in luck. There’s nothing quite like the taste of a fresh one, straight from the source.”
Jason’s smile grew wider, a knowing glint in his eyes as he stepped closer to me. He was still stroking himself lazily, the head of his cock shiny with the last of their mingled cum. “Well, I’ve got one more round in me, and if you’re keen to taste it fresh, you know what to do.”
I couldn’t believe it—was this really happening? But as I looked at Gloria, her expression was one of pure, unadulterated lust. She was watching me with a hunger that told me she wanted this as much as I did. “If you don’t want it, I’ll take it,” she purred, her voice a siren’s call.
But I did want it. The idea of tasting Jason’s cum, feeling his cock in my mouth, was something that both terrified and excited me. It was a taboo I had never dared to cross, but in this house of secrets and desires, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
With a deep breath, I bent forwards and wrapped my lips around his head, feeling the warmth of his skin against my own. Gloria leaned in, her breath hot on my neck, whispering instructions into my ear. “That’s it, darling,” she cooed. “Take it slow, let him feel you.”
I took a tentative lick along the underside of Jason’s cock, tasting the faint tang of his precum. It was a heady sensation, one that sent a bolt of pure lust straight to my core. He groaned, his hand coming to rest gently on the back of my head, guiding my movements. “Just like that,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal.
Gloria’s voice was a gentle whisper in my ear, guiding me through the motions. “Take it slow, let him feel how much you want it.” And so, I did, my mouth moving up and down his length, my tongue exploring the velvety softness of his shaft. The noises of pleasure that filled the room were a symphony of desire, a soundtrack to our decadent little show.
As I heard the muffled words, “This is so hot,” my eyes flickered up to the doorway. There they were, mother and daughter, their matching lingerie from last night replaced by equally seductive outfits. Lin’s cheeks were flushed with excitement, her eyes glued to the sight of my mouth on Jason’s cock. Pam leaned against the frame, her hand tucked into the waistband of her shorts, her thumb playing with the fabric of her panties.
Their presence was like a jolt of electricity, spurring me on to take him deeper, to show them how eager I was to please. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat, and I felt his fingers tighten on the base of my skull as I swallowed around him. His moan grew louder, vibrating through me, and I knew I had him just where I wanted him.
“Are you ready?” he whispered, his voice strained. I nodded, unable to speak with his cock filling my mouth, and gave a muffled groan of approval. With a smirk, he began to thrust more aggressively, his movements guiding me in a rhythm that was all too familiar. The scent of him, the feel of him, the taste of his precum—it was all new and yet strangely comforting.
And then it happened. With a final, guttural groan, Jason’s cock pulsed, and a jet of hot cum shot into my mouth. I felt it coat my tongue, the salty, musky taste exploding across my taste buds. I moaned around him, my own cock jerking in response to the intense sensation. This was it, the culmination of my newfound desires, the ultimate act of submission to this house of erotic delights.
But I wasn’t the only one who was eager. As Jason’s orgasm waned, Gloria slithered off her chair and knelt before us, her own hand buried between her legs. She had been stroking herself the whole time, her pussy glistening with anticipation. She pulled me up to her, her eyes burning with desire, and kissed me deeply, her tongue delving into my mouth to claim her share of the fresh, sticky cum.
Her hands were on my cock, her grip firm and sure as she whispered, “Now, fuck me, you little cocksucker. Stick your pathetic little cock in this well-lubricated mature pussy and fuck me with all you have, boy.” The words were a command, a declaration of her dominance, and it sent a bolt of excitement straight to my core.
I didn’t last long from the buildup—the sight of her, the feel of her, the taste of Jason’s cum still lingering on my tongue—it was all too much. With a strangled moan, I came, my body convulsing as I spilled my seed into her waiting depths. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and humiliation that had me seeing stars.
And then, as if on cue, we both reached our peak. My cock pulsed with the last of its energy, my cum mixing with hers. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. The room seemed to spin, the scent of sex thick in the air. I felt Jason’s hand on my shoulder, a silent show of camaraderie as we watched Gloria ride out her orgasm.
When it was over, she collapsed back onto the chair, her chest heaving. The look in her eyes was one of satisfaction and power, a look that told me she was in charge, that she had orchestrated this entire symphony of pleasure. She licked her lips, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Well, that was… unexpected,” she said, her voice a throaty chuckle.
