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"Oh, my, Professor Miller, what a lovely big long cock you've got," Yvette, down on her knees in her hotel room, enthused to herself upon releasing it from his trousers.

"Suck it. You know you want to," he urged, hands loosening his trousers, which fell to his feet.

"Suck it! Fuck it! Make it cum, is what I so want," she enthralled before covering the head with her lips and sliding them along the length of his thick cock.

The professor's hands grabbed the back of her head and he began rocking his hips back-and-forth. While his momentum was slow to begin with, he soon picked up the pace when he felt the head of his cock pop inside Yvette's receptive throat.

"You take a mean dick, Yvette," he smiled down at her.

Yvette's lips pressed against his groin, his balls resting against her chin as she breathed deeply through her nose.

"Don't make me cum, though. I want your pussy to relish the sensations of me filling it with my hot spunk," he warned her.

"That's precisely what I want as well," she smiled at him afterwards.

"Good. Now, get undressed. I want a long taste of your sweet sexy cunt," he invited.

Moments later, Yvette was sat on her hotel room's bed. She was totally naked, legs wide and open, pussy lips slick with arousal, her blue eyes captivated by, not just the size of Professor Miller's cock but the way it bobbed as he approached her.

"Eat me," she hissed, needfully, hands cupping her full 38C breasts, fingers toying with each proud nipple.

It was all the encouragement he needed. "At your service, Yvette," he smiled, moments before his head disappeared between her thighs.

His questing fingers brushed against the hooded bud of her clit, and Yvette couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped her parted lips. It was so good, so amazingly good, that she was struggling to draw breath, his hot mouth burning a trail over the swell of her silky smooth mound.

Professor Miller pressed his face against her, inhaling the sweet musk of her desire. Parting the tender folds, he could see the small hooded bud of her clit. A gentle flick of his tongue over the sensitive flesh had her shuddering, her hands sliding into his hair. She bucked against his lips, crying out in pleasure as her clit pulsed and an orgasm swept through her.

"So good," he whispered. "I've never tasted pussy so sweet."

"That will do. Time to show me what you've got, and by all accounts..." she intimated needfully.

Professor Miller didn't need a second invitation. He did, though, grab a hold of Yvette and flip her onto her hands and knees.

"Oh, yes. More. I like it rough," she exclaimed, head turned back, eyes focussed on her daughter's professor as he knelt between her open legs, ready to give her doused pussy a deep firm pounding.

"You do, do you," he smiled to himself before bringing his right hand down on Yvette's right cheek.

"Yes! Again!" she squirmed, ass wriggling up-and-down and side-to-side.

Sensing her need, he promptly lined the head of his cock up with her slick opening and then grabbed both her shoulders.

Knowing what was coming, Yvette took a deep breath and held it.

"FUCK!" she shouted when Professor Miller thrust his hips fully forward, his cock filling her and bottoming out inside her warm wet folds.

He fucked her like that, and the sound of his groin slapping Yvette's ass rang out around the room accompanied by her deep moans and pants as he pounded his cock into her.

"Fuck me. Do it harder, make me cum. I so want to cum on that big, yes, long cock, more, of yours." Yvette's breath being pushed from her with each welcome assault.

Professor Miller was amazed by Yvette's wanton hunger, so much so that, no sooner had she been tipped over the edge, he pulled out of her and slid beneath her body, hands grasping her tits as he waited. He didn't have to wait long, though.

Yvette smiled down at him as she lowered her body and grasped his cock. She moaned languidly as she brushed the spongy head back-and-forth of her groove several times before holding him still. Yvette's face was a picture of tranquillity as she flexed her hips down and took the tip inside her oozing wet pussy. She moaned continuously as inch after inch eased inside her.

When she had about half his thick blood-pulsating length fully embedded inside her hot pink cunt, she brought her arms, folded at the elbows, out to the side, fingers inside her hair and ‘wham!' dropped down on the remainder like an out of control elevator.

"FUCK! That feels good," she breathed huskily and then did it again.

In all, she did it four more times, each with the same result and outcry, and came with the last, her body impaled and shuddering, helped, to some degree, by that of Professor Miller's mindfulness to thumb her clit while attending to her pebbled nipples; fingers on one and lips on the other.

"Right!" Yvette announced having craned over him, her lustful eyes inches from his. With her hands braced on the bed, she began a back-and-forth thrusting, sending Professor Miller's cock deep inside her pussy hole time and again.

"God, you're wild, not like your daughter," he panted.

Upon hearing her daughter's professor say that, a contented smile bloomed Yvette's cheeks.

"That's good to know, that you like my daughter. Now, turn me over and really give it to me. Oh, and Professor Miller, give me your cum, deep inside my hot wet cunt."

"At your service," he smiled and was soon craned over her, Yvette's legs resting on his shoulders as he drove himself deep inside her. The force at which he pounded her pussy, though, was enough to sink her shapely ass deep into the mattress of her hotel bed and she came in no time followed by Professor Miller unloading lashings of his hot creamy cum inside her well.

Chapter 3: Reality sinks in.

With the end of her studies, Krystal decided to go to her mom's room. The hotel she was staying at was only a block away and so she pulled out her phone and sent Yvette a text message.

Several minutes later, Krystal stepped off the elevator and began making her way to room 426, only to suddenly stop when she noticed Professor Miller exit a room at the end of the hall and briskly make his way to the emergency exit, tucking in his shirt as he disappeared into the stairwell.

Krystal thought nothing of it as she made her way to room 426. It was only when she was stood outside her mother's hotel room door that the realization hit her. It was the same door Professor Miller had exited moments before.

‘Oh my god. What am I going to say to her,' a shocked Krystal wondered to herself as she stood thinking about her father and how her mother had cheated on him. Worst still, with the man she, herself, adored from afar.

She took a deep breath and knocked at the door several times.

Yvette opened the door with a towel wrapped around her body and another wrapped around her hair. She smiled, albeit momentarily, when she saw her daughter standing there.

"Hi, sweetie. How was class? No smile for your mom. What's up?" a concerned Yvette said as her daughter stepped inside.

"What's up? I'll tell you what's up. How could you, and with Professor Miller,"

"You noticed. Sorry you had to see that."

"Look, there are a few things you don't know about your father and me. "

"Really. What?" a confused Krystal lamented.

"Are you getting a divorce? Is that it" she groaned.

"No. Nothing like that. Our marriage and love for one another is as strong as it's always been, even stronger."

"I don't get it?"

"Your father goes away on his business trips, okay," Yvette dropped a hint.

"Yeah, I know that. But what has -"

"We both have our needs, sexually, okay," Yvette, not wanting to go into a fuller detail, set her daughter's mind at ease.

"Right. So you and dad, what?"

"Let's just say we have an open marriage, okay."

"People do that?"

"Sure, sweetie. I'm reminded of a song, ‘If you can't be with the one you love -"

"Love the one you're with'," a cheerful, sedate Krystal smiled.

With that understanding sorted and out in the open, mother and daughter talked frankly about their sex lives as Yvette dried and got dressed. It was the first time she had seen her mom naked and she understood fully why men found her to be attractive, stunningly so, a proper MILF.

Chapter 4: Yvette and her daughter's study buddy.

"Right! I don't know about you, but I'm starving, mom. Let's go to my favourite pub," Krystal suggested and Yvette nodded in agreement. Besides which, she was looking forward to meeting some of her daughter's friends and fellow students.

At the pub, Krystal's friends gathered around them to meet with mom and daughter - Yvette in particular.

Following dinner, the conversation and chatter continued. Someone put money in the jukebox and began to dance with the girl he was with. Krystal noticed and did the same, pulling Brian to his feet to dance.

Yvette smiled and walked towards an empty chair. She felt a gentle tap on her shoulder and turned to gaze into the chest of a tall black man wearing a college team basketball jersey. ‘No second guesses as to what he's proficient at,' she smiled to herself and at him.

"Would you like to dance, Ma'am?" he said nervously.

"Excuse my manners," he blushed, despite it going unnoticed, "My name is Daryl," he introduced himself.

"I'd love to, Daryl," she smiled at him before taking his offered hand.

The tall giant of a man towered over the diminutive mom as he led her to the dance floor. The only other people on the floor were Krystal and Brian.

Presently, their dancing drew a crowd of admirers who began clapping. Soon, the floor filled with other couples dancing to the song with its primitive beat. Yvette was most impressed by the moves and body of Daryl as he held her close, and it wasn't long before she felt a dampness between her legs.

With the ending of the song, Yvette invited Daryl to join her daughter's group, only to notice a smile on his face.

"I'd like that, Ma'am."

"Please, call me Yvette."

"It's not in my nature," he said, before going on to explain his upbringing.

"If you and I were alone somewhere, then I would call you by your first name, just not in public."

‘How sweet,' she thought to herself, while the thought of Daryl's intimation of being alone and together made the juices flow inside Yvette's pussy.

"Daryl. How are things?" Krystal asked him before her mom could say a word. Clearly, they both knew one another.

"Daryl, here, is my study buddy," Krystal explained and in some detail.

"I take it he plays basketball, for the college, I'm guessing?"

"He sure does. He's an excellent dancer. Light on his feet," Krystal applauded.

"So is your mom. She can really rock."

Just then, Yvette had an image flash in her head of her riding Daryl's black cock in her hotel room, riding him and rocking the night away on his dick.

A short while later, another college friend of Yvette's daughter pulled Krystal up to dance to another tune.

"I'm finished for the night," Yvette told her.

"Okay. Text me tomorrow," Krystal called back to her mom.

Yvette excused herself from the table of admirers and made her way outside. The evening air felt refreshing against her flushed cheeks. She was hot, though not from dancing, but from her fantasy about Daryl. Just then, the door behind her opened and she heard his familiar deep voice.

"Ma'am, I don't want to scare you but I thought I might join you, if that's okay."

Hearing his voice and saying that, not only took Yvette's breath away but made her nipples stand on end and her clit throb inside her pink thong, the dampness of which was evident on her silky smooth mound.

"You can call me Yvette now that we're alone, Daryl,"

"Yes, Ma'am...Sorry, Yvette."

Just then, they both broke out laughing.

"There you go. That wasn't so hard, now, was it?"

"No Ma'am," he replied nervously.

"Sorry. How forgetful."

"That's okay. You just need some more practice. Tell you what, why don't you walk me to my hotel room? Perhaps we could practice some more when we get there in the privacy of my room?"

"Yes, Ma'am," his eyes lit up at her suggestion.

Less than a minute after they had entered her room, Yvette was on her knees in front of Daryl as he sat on the edge of her bed. She had his zipper open and his massive long black cock in her throat. She succeeded in getting two thirds of it down her throat before bobbing on it aggressively. Daryl threw back his head in ecstasy, moaning and calling out her name: ‘Yvette' as the cock hungry milf sucked vigorously.

"Yes, suck it. Oh, yes, that feels real good, Yvette. Damn, you're so good."

She slurped and sucked and squeezed his huge black dick in her hand. It barely went around it as she did her best to maintain a grip. His cock throbbed and Yvette felt the blood vessels grow even bigger, stiffening his cock even more as she bobbed. His pre-cum taste was delightful she noticed.

With each bob up-and-down, she felt his curly pubic hair tickle her nose. As it pressed into his groin, she caught the scent of his musky manhood mixed with the scent of a heady cologne.

Yvette was filled with delight at his reaction as she sucked. He was so pleased and she was so proud to please him. His cock filled her mouth and throat so completely as she got down as far as she could with each cycle of bobbing.

Stood up afterwards, Daryl gazed at Yvette with amazement as she got undressed in front of him.

"God, you're beautiful, stunning," he praised, sat up ready to enjoy her lithe sexy body, eyes fixed on hers as she unclipped her strapless bra, which she let fall to the floor.

"The rest is for you," Yvette smiled and waited.

"Yes, Ma'am. it will be a pleasure," Daryl assured her as he reached his hands for her thong and then slowly slid it down her hips, thighs and legs.

"That's one fine-looking pussy," he praised the image before his eyes as he helped her out of her warm damp thong.

"I'm glad you like it. It has a heady scent and delectable taste," she hinted, legs several more inches apart to how they were, a sign that the young man knelt before her meant business with his tongue and lips.

"I don't doubt that for a moment," Daryl intoned, his warm breath coasting over Yvette's mound, sending a spark of desire shooting to her brain.

To her welcome need, he drew up her left leg and rested her bent knee on the bed, thereby opening her folds like petals of a flower.

"Yes!" she moaned, more from anticipation, the young man yet to actually touch her pussy.

When he did, it was with the tip of his tongue. He began by teasing her with upward sweeps of the tip, barely making full contact.

"Oh, Daryl, yes," she moaned, feeling her body respond to his well-meant, well-aimed delight, one that would soon see her body being pushed over the edge.

Being the skilful pussy eater that he was, Daryl sensed the exact moment and he pushed his entire long tongue deep inside Yvette's soon-to-be convulsing pussy and held it there.

"God! Yes! I'm going to...cum," she gasped, moments before her body shook and shuddered.

Yvette's orgasm so overwhelmed her that she fell back onto her bed, legs wide and inviting.

With a hunger in his deep brown eyes, Daryl grabbed Yvette's thighs and pushed them further open.

"Eat me, then fuck me," Yvette, propped up on her elbows, snarled at him hungrily as she gazed down between the valley of her tits, fingers rolling, squeezing each nipple.

With his tongue centred on licking and slobbering her firmed-up clit, Daryl reached up both hands and immediately arrested Yvette's tits, in particular, her stout nipples.

"God," she gasped and smiled. "How good are you!" Eyes watching him work her body to two more orgasms and in little time at all.

"That will do, Daryl. My clit's sensitive enough, possibly too much so," she begged and appealed to him to ease up.

"Time to get that big long black cock of yours deep inside my warm soaking wet cunt," she smiled at him, his lips coated with her essence she noticed.

"Oh, Daryl. Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me, more, with that big long cock of yours," she cried and whimpered as he pounded his length deep inside her snug well.

In addition to making her cum, he then returned his tongue to her delicious sweet-tasting pussy and licked up her excess juices. He then repositioned Krystal's mom on all fours and started banging her, face planted on the bed cover, ass perked up high, hard and deep...

Chapter 5: Saturday morning.

The early morning sun shined on Yvette's face and awakened her as she lay naked on top of the sheets next to Daryl. She felt the excess goo of his cum from his marathon deposits between her legs as some of it began to drip out.

When she arose and walked naked to the bathroom, globs of cum slid down the inside of both thighs. She smiled to herself as she sat on the toilet while reflecting on some of the events of the previous evening and night.

Returning to the bedroom afterwards, she found Daryl dressed and tying his shoes.

"Wow. You are so gorgeous and a fantastic lover, Yvette. I'll never forget this experience. I'm sorry, but I have to leave for a team meeting with the coach. I wish I could stay and take you for another ride, but -"

"I understand. You are a fantastic lover also. I'm glad we met and I wish you well in your future. Thank you for spending the time with me."

"Yes, Ma'am."

They smiled at each other one more time before they kissed and he left her room.

‘How lucky am I,' Yvette considered, thoughtfully, as the spray from the shower cascaded down on her body. It delighted her nipples and clit, which still tingled and ached for more. There was only one thing for it, and she quickly rubbed off a welcome climax before getting dried and dressed.

The buzz of her phone sounded as she patted the front of her black thong. It was a text message from Krystal inviting her mom for brunch at a nearby café at 10:00.

Over brunch, the two women chatted and compared notes about the previous evening. Yvette was delighted to hear how her daughter's time with Professor Miller had gone. There was so much more she could learn and experience from a man his age.

Before they parted company for the day, Yvette invited, "I'd like to treat you to dinner at an exquisite restaurant tonight. It will mean dressing up."

"Sure, mom. That sounds like fun. When?"

"I'll pick you up in a cab out front at 7:00."

Chapter 6: Later that evening.

Yvette rolled the taxi window down, saying, "You look amazing, Krystal. I just adore that dress."

"Thank you, mother. You look amazing too," her daughter smiled as she entered the cab and sat beside her mother.

Not long after, the cab pulled up outside the fine restaurant Yvette had booked a reservation at.

She wore a black cotton gown with a plunging neckline and a short string of white pearls that hung between her medium-size breasts. A black silk bra, one that lifted while enhancing her cleavage, could be detected. As she walked towards the door, her short gown revealed the long slit in her dress that ran up her right leg. Each step she took delighted onlookers, exposing her shapely thigh and well-proportioned legs.

Mother and daughter turned heads as they entered the opulent dining room and made their way towards the Maître' D.

"I'm afraid we are unable to offer you a table for two at this moment, because of the large number of couples dining tonight." Yvette frowned. She'd specifically made a reservation.

"Would a table for four be acceptable?" he offered.

Yvette looked at her daughter for affirmation. "Yes. That will be fine," she smiled at him.

"If you'll just follow me, ladies," he said, grabbing up two large menus and showing the two women to their dining table.

Yvette was notably flattered by the heads that turned to watch as they were seated. Some of them were clearly in awe of her daughter and that made Yvette proud of her.

The women ordered drinks and chatted about men in general. "Don't get me wrong, Krystal, I love the attention and lust of young studs like Daryl, but until you experience lovemaking from an older sophisticated...man," Yvette suddenly stopped, distracted by something she'd seen.

"What is it, mom?"

"Speaking of older sophisticated men, check out the pair by the front door."

Krystal looked up to see the two men. One a slender grey-haired handsome man in his 50s wearing a black suit and blue open-collar shirt the other a tall man in his 30s, stood just inside the door.

After a quick scan of the room, Yvette saw there were no available tables. Her body tingled as an opportunity beckoned for both women.

"It doesn't look like there are any free tables. Why don't we ask those two nice gentlemen to join us?"

Krystal smiled as she nodded her head, her body likewise tingling with excitement.

Yvette stood and made her way towards the entrance of the dining room, smiling at the two men. They kept their eyes on her and were stunned when she stopped to talk to them.

Krystal watched as her mom shook their hands and then gestured towards their table.

"My daughter and I are dining together. We have a table for four. Would you like to join us?" Yvette smiled appealingly as she checked them out, her thong becoming all the more warm and moist.

The men glanced at Krystal and smiled before nodding and following Yvette to the table.

"Krystal, may I introduce Alan Finch and his lovely son, Graham. Gentlemen, this is my daughter, Krystal."

"No. Don't get up," the elderly gentleman said when Krystal went to rise.

"This is so kind of you both to invite us to share your table," Alan declared.

"I agree," Graham stated. "And to be fortunate enough to dine with the two most beautiful women in the dining room."

The two women looked at one another smiling, each of them feeling moisture forming between their legs.

The four ordered dinner and enjoyed an evening of stimulating conversation between them, finishing with dessert a little before 9:pm when Alan insisted on paying the check.

"Mom, will you join me in the ladies' room," Krystal invited.

In the ladies' room, Krystal said, "I'm not ready to have this evening end."

"Why, Krystal. You're such a slut after all. It's okay. Why don't we see what unfolds," her mom suggested before returning to their table where Alan and his son were waiting, a knowing smile on each of their faces.

Back at the table, Alan asked, "What is your pleasure, ladies?"

"Frankly, gentlemen, the night is young and we are open to suggestions," Yvette smiled enticingly at them.

"Ladies, I hope you won't think me too forward with this suggestion..." ‘Go on,' an excited horny Yvette urged when he hesitated. "...We have a suite upstairs with a bar and some music. As you say, Yvette, the night is young."

Looking towards her daughter, who smiled affirmedly, Yvette turned towards Alan and his son saying: "That sounds perfect. Let's go, shall we."

Yvette took Alan's arm and Krystal took Graham's as they walked out of the dining room and headed for the hotel's elevators.

On the 7th floor, the quartet walked down the hall to father and son's two-bedroom suite. Once inside, the ladies took an invited seat of the two sofas that faced each other, leaving Alan to pour some drinks while Graham put on some music.

Having served the drinks, the two women got comfortable with their desired partner for the evening, talking among themselves, Yvette ever the flirt.

"Shall we dance, Yvette?" Alan asked.

"Yes, I'd like that," she replied just as a slow number played.

As the two of them embraced, Yvette moved in close to Alan, pressing her breasts against his chest and her oozing wet pussy against his crotch, signalling an interest in intimacy. Alan responded by smiling at her as he slid his hand from her waist to cup her tight shapely ass, pulling her even closer. Yvette felt Alan's rod, stiff and warm. They melted into each other, Yvette mildly moaning as they ground their hips at one another.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Take me to your room and use me," she implored, voice husky, thong soaked through with lust and desire as she stood on her toes and kissed him.

It was a most inviting sensuous kiss. That alone told him all he needed to know. Breaking their bond, albeit momentarily, Alan took Yvette's hand and led her to his bedroom.

Krystal and Graham smiled at the sight. No sooner had the door to Alan's door closed than Krystal slid to her knees in front of Graham. Her hands worked his belt and zipper deftly as she freed his stiff cock. She smiled at him before covering the head with her lips and sliding them down his shaft, encasing his entire long thick cock inside it. She sucked and bobbed aggressively, enticing Graham to lean his head back against the sofa in pleasure.

Meanwhile, in Alan's bedroom, and having helped Yvette out of her dress, when she went to kneel down, an affectionate smile on her face, Alan stopped her, saying, "Let me slate my thirst on your pussy, Yvette."

"By all means," she smiled invitingly, watching as he slid down her body, hands going with him, and arrived at the waistband of her silky black thong, which was quite damp against the warmth of her mound.

With a flick of each wrist, causing Yvette to gasp, Alan had his thumbs inside the strap of her thong and commenced slowly easing the by then damp material down.

When it was free of her mound, his eyes fixed on the succulent feast before him, he lauded: "What a delicious sexy cunt you have."

Naturally, his use of that so appropriate word, cunt! made Yvette tremble and sigh.

"A cunt like yours needs to be worshipped," he further praised eyes fixated on Yvette's silky smooth mound as he drew her thong down past her knees before releasing it to flutter to her ankles.

"I'm glad you approve. Tell me, what have you in mind for my sexy cunt, Alan?" she smiled down at him as he helped her shoed feet out of each leg; thereafter, placing her right foot down with a more open stance.

"You'll both feel and see. Be assured, it will be most pleasurable."

"Good. I can't wait."

"You won't have to," he smiled and commenced brushing his nose, followed by his warm wet tongue tip, over her heated wet pussy.

"Yes. More," she cried and moaned at his exquisite touches.

"More, you say? Okay, then," he smiled, taking her left leg, which he dropped over and rested the back of her thigh on his right shoulder. He then used his thumbs to bloom the petals of Yvette's flower, catching a small trickle of her juices on his tongue, which he savoured the taste of.

"What a sweet-tasting cunt you have," Alan applauded before moving closer for a longer taste.

"Yes. Oh, God. Fuck! Fuck me, fuck me, yes, like that, so, fucking, yes, like that," her gasps and cries of pleasure accompanying that of her body's squirms, wriggles and jerks.

Alan had to practically hold onto her ass cheeks as he drove his firmed-up spiked tongue deep inside her folds, devouring her pussy as he licked and lapped at her and, ultimately, make her river turn into an ocean, flooding her delicious cunt, his tongue and his mouth with her nectar, managing to do all of that, despite the tight hold the sexy woman just about standing above him clamped his face to her convulsing mound.

"That's one," he smiled, a suggestion he wasn't finished making her cum, one that brought a shiver of delight to Yvette's body as he nurtured her throbbing thick clit with feather-like licks of his warm wet soft tongue.

"You're, yes, spoiling me," Yvette moaned a short while later.

She was part sat, part reclined on Alan's bed, legs wide and open as he kissed a capricious path around her mound, streaked with her slick juices. Not to tease her, though, as it wasn't in his nature to do so, but to build up the intensity and, who knows, possibly make her cum for a second time, helped by that of Yvette rolling, pulling, stretching, and twisting, even, her firmed-up nipples as she watched his every nuance of pleasure.

"When do I, yes, get to see and taste that lovely long firm cock of yours?" Yvette swooned, head full of images of Alan fucking her deep and forcefully with it.

"All in good time. I haven't finished enjoying your cunt, not forgetting your beautiful breasts," he mentioned.

"It's okay, you can call them what they are."

"And that would be?" Alan short on words as he kept up the pleasure, fingers, all three long ones, inside Yvette's divine sexy oozing wet cunt as he swirled his tongue around the oval shape of her mound, finishing each sweep with a long lick of her clit.

"Emmn, A spectacular pair of firm tits," Yvette smiled, moments before a mild orgasm washed through her.

"Be assured, those spectacular tits of yours will come in for lots of attention from my mouth, lips and tongue when I'm pinning you to the mattress with my long sword," Alan put it succinctly before kneeling up and helping Yvette onto her arms and legs, which he made sure were wide and open.

"Yes," she moaned and trembled when his fingers framed her ass. That, despite her soaking wet cunt being on display and open to his attention.

"Oh, yes. More," Yvette moaned, hips bucking back on his tongue which was wedged inside her cunt, Alan's fingers, two of them, stroking either side of her lips and clit, purposefully intent on driving her body over the edge and to raptures of orgasmic pleasure, bliss, ecstasy and euphoria for a third time, her clit far from over sensitised.

As the onset of Yvette's third climax prevailed, she reached back her right hand and was once more forcefully clamping him to her as she bucked and ground her pussy at him, smothering his face and lips with her lushness.

"I'm cumming. Fuck! Yes! Am I, gasp, ever, huh, cumming," Yvette cried in ecstasy, the sounds loud enough to be heard by daughter and son who were making lesser noises with their coupling.

Alan left her gasping as he sat up, fingers massaging her inner folds as he released the clasp of his trousers and drew down the zip. Reaching inside, he pulled out his warm firm cock and gave it the first of several long strokes.

"Fuck me. Shove that long cock of yours inside my soaking wet cunt and fuck me," Yvette, sensing what was coming, what she was so in need of after three wonderful orgasms, demanded of him.

"Yes! FUCK!" she cried when his warm firm cock replaced his fingers, only to slide lower and commence stroking her distended clit.

Alan, though, fucked her to within reach of her orgasm and then stopped. Again, it wasn't teasing on his part. Instead, and as with before, when he skirted his tongue around her mound, he was intent on giving the sexy woman knelt up on his bed one hell of a body trembling, toe curling, out of this world orgasm.

"You didn't make me cum yet," she fretted, adding a suspectful smile of sorts.

"You will, and when you do," Alan intimated as he positioned himself over her, Yvette's legs resting on his shoulders, about to have her body and ass pinned to the mattress by his sword.

True to his words, Alan grasped her spectacular firm tits in his hands, neither of which had lost their shape, and began fondling them as he thrust his cock deep inside her warm wet folds, the grip on his shaft like that of a warm velvet glove.

He pulled back slowly, welcoming the recoil of the sexy woman's body below him before pumping her full of his cock once again.

"Do you always do, yes, things in threes?" Yvette moaned, knelt astride Alan's hips, cunt impaled on his sword as he held her body and pumped his ass off the mattress, sucking while licking one succulent nipple and then the other.

He was too much enjoying himself to answer, his hips thrusting deep inside her pussy, the head of his cock flashing her sweet spot to perfection. Clearly, he was intent on continuing, no way was he likely to stop until she'd cum, cum on his cock, saturate and bathe it with her love.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I'm going to cum. I'm so fucking, yes, going to cum," Yvette cried and whimpered, body slamming and slapping down on him as her orgasm, a no doubt monumental one, took shape and manifested itself inside her core.

"Yes! Do it! Cum! Cum for me, Yvette. Douse my cock in your sexy wet cunt juices," Alan both urged and praised, eyes gazing up at her contorted face as he edged her to orgasm number four; three of them with his mouth.

Yvette felt her toes curl, followed by a drift of pleasure up her legs, joining the tingles she felt in her pussy to then make their way up her curved, arched spine and explode inside her head.

Her lids, as always, when she, when any woman, for that matter, came, were closed, sparks of gold and white light fragmenting against them, quivering convulsing body fully impaled on Alan's long cock, equally throbbing as blood continued to pump through the veins.

"It's your turn. I want, I need your cum," Yvette, still riding the waves of a powerful tsunami, urged him to release himself inside her hot cum-soaked cunt.

"Oh, yes. Wonderful. Amazing," Yvette rejoiced, Alan quite the stud as he pulled back, and with one deep meaningful thrust, not that all the others were anything but, erupted inside her pussy, the head grazing her cervix as he pushed his hips up off the mattress and held himself and Yvette there.

Chapter 7: A time for sharing.

At 2:am Yvette slipped into the en-suite bathroom of Alan's bedroom. Some of his cum slid down her inner thigh on her way to relieve herself from his marathon fucking.

When Yvette finished peeing, she slipped naked out of the bedroom door and went and found a soda to quench her thirst.

As she closed the fridge door, she heard her daughter whisper, "Hi, mom. How were things with you and Alan? It sounded pretty hot."

"It was terrific. He made me cum four times, three with his tongue. How about you?" her mom smiled before taking a sip.

"I loved it. His cock is so big and long," Krystal rejoiced as she crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together as she remembered Graham fucking her.

"I've got an idea. More of a suggestion," Yvette broached. "Why don't you try out Alan. Believe me, he's got quite some stamina for a man of his age," Yvette enticed. "Plus, I'd like to try Graham. If that's okay?"

They shared a Coke together while Krystal thought about it. Not for that long as it happened.

"Okay! Let's do it," Krystal chuckled.

With that settled, Yvette visited Graham, leaving her daughter to enjoy what a man old enough to be her father had to offer.

In a matter of moments, renewed moans and groans filled the bedrooms, both men more than willing to accommodate the needs and desires of their respective partner.

It was loud cries of ‘Fuck me,' that rose above the cacophony of flesh slapping flesh, the loudest of which came from Graham's room as Yvette bounced up-and-down his young virile cock; Graham squeezing her shapely tits as he flexed his hips up to meet hers.

At dawn, father and son happened to meet at the bar in the living room. Both men's tongues were coated with the juices of mother and daughter as they remarked on their good fortune while sharing a drink.

Yvette awoke not long after, horny as ever, and made her way to the bar. She strolled naked into the living room where she found father and son sat talking.

"Thank you gents for a most amazing memorable experience for my daughter and myself," Yvette applauded. Both men, when they noticed her, showed their appreciation as blood filled their cocks.

"Believe me, Yvette, it was our pleasure. My son and I have been comparing notes. I hope that's okay?" he blushed.

"I'm still quite horny while you appear to have what I need. Care to both join me and take me to paradise. I'll be in Graham's room?" Yvette smiled, adding a seductive wink, before turning and making her way back to Graham's room, her ass wriggling enticingly at them.

Father and son didn't need to be asked twice. They smiled agreeably at one another, Alan saying, "Shall we?" and followed destiny.

Upon entering Graham's bedroom, they stopped just inside the door, father and son captivated by the sight that welcomed them, one that made their cocks stiffen all the more.

"Come here and fuck me," Yvette summoned them to her.

From where they were stood, Yvette knelt up on Graham's bed on all fours, head low and looking back at them, her peach of an ass and dripping wet pussy were a picture of arousing beauty. How could they resist and, in truth, they didn't.

In a matter of moments, she had Graham's cock pounding her pussy and Alan's deep inside her mouth. The force with which the son fucked her was enough to repeatedly send Yvette's head shooting forward, all the way down Alan's cock; the head of which filled her throat.

There was no mistaking as to just how horny Yvette was, her body being sublimely pushed, literally, over the edge into blissful euphoria in a matter of a few minutes.

"Switch," she invited, her body revved up and ready for more.

"You like the taste of your pussy, then," Graham smiled as he stroked his cock in front of her face.

"It has its, emn, yes, bouquet!" Yvette mentioned, only to moan in response to where Alan's tongue had ventured.

"She's got a lovely clean asshole, son," his father mentioned as he drew slow sensual circles around it, mindful, of course, to not let her pussy and clit go without attention.

"Lick it, yes," she moaned, huskily, hand reaching back to draw her right cheek open, inviting him to do it all the more.

"Oh, God. Fuck!" Yvette cried having felt the tip of his tongue do more than just dab at her exposed ring.

"Is that somewhere you'd like my dad to fuck you, Yvette?" Graham came out with it as he looked on. The possibility of being part of a double penetration quite appealing to him, even if he only got to fill her pussy.

"God! Please! Yes!" she yearned, Alan's fingers once more working their magic on her sweet spot.

"Say it," Alan urged. "Tell us what you want, Yvette."

"I want, yes! You both, huh, to fuck me. Ass, and, yes, cunt," she breathed out repeatedly under Alan's skilful pleasure.

He framed her ass with his hands and gave her pucker a kiss followed by a final slurp of his tongue. That, alone, sent a frisson resonating up her spine to mildly explode inside Yvette's head.

She was still euphorically reeling when Graham slid beneath her; his hands cupping her breasts, more for support she noticed.

Yvette smiled down at him before turning her head to likewise smile at Alan as she reached back her hands and pulled her cheeks invitingly apart.

"Get that lovely cock of yours shoved in my ass, Alan," she crooned, pussy firmly impaled on his son's long thick member.

He smiled, all the while maintaining eye contact with her, as he poised the warm head of his cock at her ass. Before he eased it inside her, though, he leant his body forward and brought his lips to hers, affording a most romantic moment as they kissed.

"Yes," Yvette huskily gasped into his mouth when the head suddenly popped inside. She brought her right hand up to his head, holding him close and to her, eyes dilated with passion as he slowly fed more of his cock to her receptive ass.

A sharp squeeze of Yvette's nipples brought her attention back to his waiting son and she slowly turned towards him.

"Fuck me. Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, use me," she urged and invited, hands braced either side of Graham's shoulders, body flexing back on their forward thrusting cocks. The sound of flesh slapping flesh resonated around the room as they pounded, drilled and railed Yvette's body to two more orgasms.

"Let me, yes, taste you," Yvette trembled, not one sign of concern as to where Alan's cock had just been as she took herself from them and sat up on Graham's bed, waiting.

She stroked the base of their cocks as she sucked and licked one and then the other, quite welcoming the taste of her pussy and ass on Alan's

"Cum for me. Spunk your hot cum inside my mouth," Yvette smiled, demandingly, and was shortly rewarded by a warm gush of cum from Alan, the first of three, which she warmly relished before swallowing.

"Now, yours, Graham, give me," she smiled before taking his long thick rod in both hands, head, thereafter, bobbing up-and-down as he groaned, gasped and came, body trembling as he flooded her womanly milf throat and mouth with copious amounts of his warm creamy seed.

"Once again, thank you both for a most amazing time," Yvette applauded before kissing the head of their cocks. She then left the pair to no doubt talk about what they just enjoyed and returned to Alan's bedroom.

Noticing that her daughter was soundly asleep, and that despite the noise of her mother's cries of pleasure as she was double-teamed by father and son, she slipped in beside her and fell asleep to images of her ass and pussy being pleasurably serviced.

The End.

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