Never be the same - Sex Stories

Never be the same

... precious, delicious cock milk. Just then Mrs. Benedict yanked his face forward the big throbbing object of his affection.

"Get every drop, sweetie," she cooed as he felt the pulsing glans stretch his mouth open. Instinctively he began caressing Gerald's streaming oversized organ with his lips and tongue. Gerald poured another mouthful into Ian's now permanent cum receptacle and then thrust forward, displacing the creamy nectar and watching ooze out the sides of his mouth.

Finally, the softening horsecock slipped from Ian's hungry mouth. Mrs Benedict released his restraints and he wiped the jizz from his eve, sucking it up. He scooped up a handful of the thick milky spunk slowly running down his abdomen and slurped it up.

"Good boy, Ian. I knew you could do it. Let's get you cleaned up so you can get home. Gerald, help him to the shower? It's the least you could do, I mean, look what you did to the poor boy." Ian felt himself being lifted effortlessly by two tree trunk arms, one behind his shoulders and one under his knees. He had just been fucked silly by a giant of a man who was now carrying him like a child up the stairs. He was dimly aware of a hot pain in his still gaping asshole. Was this guy taking him into the shower WITH him?

Downstairs, Mrs Benedict smoked a slim cigarette and regarded the puddles of her husband's cum. She went again to the closet with a sigh, pulling out the wet vac. She heard the water start running upstairs and touched herself briefly, imagining Ian's cute teenage body in bed with her, Gerald or no Gerald. Having that little hairless twink to play with would be fun for a while. And maybe both of them at the same time. She drifted off to sleep to the distant rhythmic thuds coming from the upstairs bathroom.

To be continued, maybe