“I have something else in mind,” she said.
Without another word, she put her bra over Chrissy’s eyes. The girl resisted for a moment but a quick kiss from Marcia quelled her.
“Just trust me, my darling,” she said.
She tied the bra straps behind Chrissy’s head.
“Come over here,” she commanded. Chrissy heard Paul shuffle over. “Now, take those things off.”
The sound of his boxers hitting the floor. Chrissy’s pussy clenched as she realized that she was now naked with him. She could easily have peered around the bra, even with the massive cups needed to contain Marcia’s tits. But she declined, letting the suspense build.
“It is amazing,” Marcia said. “I’m stroking it now. You have no idea what you’re in for — my naughty little voyeur.”
A shuffling step as she led him by his prick. Chrissy could smell him close as the head of his prick bobbed only an inch from her lips.
“Now you can touch it.” Chrissy reached up. At first, she thought she’d grabbed Mrs. Kelly’s arm. But a grunt from Paul let her know she’d found her target.
She was suddenly scared and aroused at the same time. It was very thick — probably two inches across — nearly twice as big around as her boyfriend.
“Oh my,” she said. Gingerly, she stroked up and down, exploring him. It was longer than she’d imagined — about eight inches. Her pussy squeezed with excitement and fear. Could she take all that? Could any woman? She remembered the sound of Paul’s crotch smacking into Mrs. Kelly’s ass. How could a woman walk after not just taking this cock, but having it brutally pounded into her?
“Well, my lovely,” said Marcia. “Impressed?”
“I can’t believe you had sex with this thing!” she said, echoing the words she’d heard on the tape.
“Not only that,” replied Marcia with a laugh, now some distance away to Chrissy’s right. “You’re *going* to have sex with that thing.”
Chrissy’s legs snapped closed and a chill ran down her back. “No! I can’t-”
But before she could finish, Paul moved forward and his massive head pressed against her lips. Without even thinking, Chrissy parted them as wide as possible, stretching until the fat head sank between her lips.
She moaned in surprise and arousal as a few inches slid into her mouth. She’d given blowjobs before — considered herself quite good at it. But no man had ever taken her orally like this. Her hands had reflexively gone to his thighs to push him back and keep him from putting too much into her mouth. But as her shock gave way to arousal, her hands moved up his body. Her right went to the three or four inches that couldn’t fit in her hot little mouth and began stroking.
Her left hand found his bloated balls and she squirmed as she hefted their considerable weight in her hand. Her thighs parted in excitement as she imagined them the night before, filling the condom inside Mrs. Kelly to the point of bursting.
“That’s it, my dear,” she heard Marcia say, now much closer. “Don’t be intimidated by it. I can see you’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?”
Chrissy blushed slightly under the bra-blindfold. But she was getting too aroused to really care what Marcia was saying.
She continued to work him, urged on by Marcia, who seemed to be moving from side to side as though trying to get the best angle of Chrissy inhaling her lovers’ massive prick. Chrissy learned more in five minutes of sucking Paul’s dick than she had in five years of blowing other men. Soon he was groaning, then he was moaning. His dick started throbbing in her mouth and he placed his hands gently on her head. Chrissy was scared that he was going to start fucking her mouth, but he knew better and just caressed her hair — which sent her own excitement into the stratosphere.
Suddenly, Chrissy felt a spurt of hot salty liquid in her mouth. She thought for a moment he had cum but his continued shaking and moaning let her know that he hadn’t. “I’m so close,” he groaned.
If this is how much he precums, she thought giddily, think how much he actually cums. She’d never let a man cum in her mouth before. But she knew she was going to let him do it.
But then Marcia said, “What do you think, Paul? Do you want to cum in her greedy little mouth?”
“No,” Paul grunted even as his balls heaved and his head swelled in Chrissy’s mouth, leaking more precum into her throat.
“Hmm. Let me think.” Pause. “Maybe you want to cum on her breasts? They’re not as big as mine, but they’re so beautiful.”
Chrissy jerked as Mrs. Kelly’s hand slid around her slender torso and cupped her right breast.
“So firm and so pert. You just want to eat them up. You could cum on her tits and I could lick them clean.”
They both moaned at that thought. Chrissy felt another jolt as she realized how kinky her tight-laced boss truly was. But through all of it, she kept up her attention on his throbbing cock.
She felt Paul shake his head. “No?” said Marcia. “Well, why don’t we ask the lady then? What would you like, Chrissy?”
Chrissy reluctantly let his cock slide from her mouth. She felt it jerking in the air in front of her, only moments away from deluging her with semen. She knew what answer Marcia wanted. And it was an answer she partially wanted to give. But she partially wanted to just end it now, to make one las stroke and let him cum all over her face and Mrs. Kelly’s bra. And she partially wanted to run away and hide and forget that this had ever happened.
But after only a moment on the brink, she stepped off into the abyss. “I want him . . . inside me.” She could feel the grin on Marcia’s face.
“Oh ho! She wants it all! I knew she was a bad girl! What do you think, Paul? Do you want to be inside her? To make her cum all over that thing?” She stood and spoke sotto voce into his ear. “Do you want to fuck her?”
“Yes, I do,” he said.
“Well then,” she said with another grin so wide it was audible to the blindfolded girl kneeling between his legs. “I think you’d better get her ready. Her pussy is so tight. You’ll really have to work to get her ready for that monster.”
Chrissy grinned under the bra, wondering if he could get her as frantic as he’d gotten Marcia. She stood up and Marcia took her small hand and guided the willing young woman over to the desk. Chrissy reflexively bent over it, suddenly feeling deliciously vulnerable as she offered her ass — now covered only by her sweat-soaked skirt — to Paul.
She felt him kneel between her thighs and breath warmly on her excited vulva. A shiver ran up her body — a warm shiver.
“Oooh, this is going to be good,” she cooed. She’d had men go down on her — even climaxed once from it. But this felt like it was going to be something else.
Slowly, his breathing turned into kisses. Kissed turned into licking and sucking. He knew what he was doing. She felt her vagina get even wetter and hotter as fire surged into her thighs.
As he took her clit into his mouth and pushed on fat finger between her vulva, she began to reach new levels of excitement. She became acutely aware of everything he was doing, every nuance. She would anticipate his attentions before he gave them. And somewhere in her belly, something began to tighten and tighten, like a spring waiting to be released. She started squeezing her thighs together and her hips started jerking. Paul held her still and continued his relentless attention on her aroused cunt.
As Paul’s tongue-lashing continued, Marcia leaned in to whisper to the girl. Her hot breath on Chrissy’s ear and her heavy breasts pressing into Chrissy’s back was enough to get Chrissy going, but what she said got her positively creaming into Paul’s mouth.
“Do you like this, little tramp? He’s sooo good at it. And he loves doing it. I’m surprised you didn’t catch us before. Several times when I’ve given dictation, he’s been going down on me the whole time. And I would just manage to finish it and switch off before I’d explode — just like you’re about to.”
In response to the words, Chrissy’s pussy tightened down on Paul’s probing finger. She could almost feel him grin against her dripping cunt as he realized she was close.
“And then . . . when he finally puts that monster cock in you — which he will. It will hurt a little at first — he’s very big. But it will hurt so good. And before you know it, your little pussy will have stretched and stretched to accommodate every last inch of him. And once he’s all the way inside, he’ll start fucking you. Not making love. You don’t make love to a cock like that. No, it fucks you to pieces.”
Chrissy’s body started to shudder with her building climax. Her hips were trying to buck, to get away from the tongue that was combining with Marcia’s words to make her cum. She was scared of the powerful feeling building between her hips. But Paul put his strong hand on her ass and held her down as he brought her home. She moaned and groaned as he continued to lick her to climax, trying to get away from his relentless lips and tongue.
“And you’ll feel it start in your clit and work all the way up to your ovaries — the best cum of your life. And it will build and build until you-”
“Cum!” completed Chrissy as she did just that. “Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!”
Her eyes and mouth opened as strong, almost painful spasms ripped through her tight cunt. Paul held her down and licked her sensitive clit — making Chrissy almost die from the sensation. Mrs. Kelly hadn’t been faking — it really was possible to cum this hard. But just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he stopped. Her orgasm crested and began to fade. She sobbed with happiness and Marcia kissed the hot back of her neck.
“I told you,” said Marcia with a leering grin.
“Oh Mrs. Kelly,” said Chrissy deliriously. “I never thought . . .” She trailed off as her body shuddered from an aftershock. She became aware that Paul was standing up now, one hand on her ass, another stroking his magnificent penis. A small trace of anticipation returned.
“Are you ready, my darling?” asked Marcia.
Chrissy nodded giddily. Her young body was already recovered from the tremendous climax; her pussy was needing to be filled. The knowledge that Paul’s cock was just inches away made it feel very empty. But when his thick glans touched her sensitive lips, however, she suddenly woke up to the reality of the situation.
“He’s too big!” she squeaked. The blindfold disappeared and Marcia’s face was in hers. “Relax,” she said with a little kiss.
Marcia then watched Chrissy’s face as Paul entered her. The girls eyes went wide and her jaw dropped as he pushed his fat head between her slick vulva. She could feel her lips stretching wider and wider as his substantial girth parted them. He took it slow, deliberately drawing it out so that she could feel every millimeter.
“Oh my!” she gasped. Marcia grinned wickedly at her. “That’s it, my dear. Take it. Take it all.”
Finally, his head slipped past her vulva and into her creamy vagina. She grabbed the edge of the desk, trying to hold on as new sensations spread from between her legs.
“That’s really big,” she giggled. Another moment and then; “I love it.”
Marcia leaned back into her chair, raised one leg up on the desk and began to masturbate right in the center of Chrissy’s view. The young girl felt her arousal level jump. She didn’t know what turned on her on more — the big cock slowly impaling her lithe body or the sight of the woman so aroused by it.
Deeper and deeper he plunged, pulling back an inch or so, hesitating and then pushing deeper, gradually working all eight inches into her tight cunt while he massaged and squeezed her ass. He was clearly experienced. Chrissy didn’t hurt at all.
“Oh my, that’s amazing,” she said with a delirious grin. “He’ so fucking big! But it feels so fucking good!”
“I told you,” said Marcia, raising her other hand to massage her plump breast. “The first time he fucked me, I was so tight from the lack of fucking from my husband. I thought he’d split me in half. But instead he made me cum like a madwoman.”
Chrissy gasped as his head touched her cervix. No man had ever been so deep in her. Her cunt had never felt so full. With his slow invasion of her pussy, it felt like he’d pushed a foot into her. Finally, his hips hit hers.
Marcia glanced up at Paul. “Did she take all of you?”
“Yes,” he gasped, his cock throbbing deep in Chrissy’s tight pussy. Marcia then grinned at Chrissy. “I knew you would. Not every woman can, but I thought you’d be a size queen.”
Chrissy wanted to be annoyed but was too distracted by the sensations. Paul began to slowly slide his cock in and out of her, grinding against her clit on the hefty downstrokes. He was stimulating her in a way she’d never imagined, as pleasure bloomed deep in her cunt.
“It’s not going to take me long!” Chrissy gasped.
“It never does,” replied Marcia.
Chrissy started to tremble. Her pussy was loving every second of this, reacting to every inch of cock being shoved into her, loving the feeling of being stretched all over again with every deep thrust. It felt like a fire was building in her belly. She closed her eyes, now entirely focused on the powerful orgasm building inside her.
Paul picked up the pace, grabbing her full hips and putting his eight inch cock as deep as he could into her. Chrissy could feel his balls against her clit and his head against her cervix preparing to pump a massive load of cum directly into her. She was vaguely grateful she was on the pill. There was no way he could fail to knock her up otherwise.
She felt her body releasing into climax — one as powerful as when Paul had been going down on her, but different, with sensations all along the fully stretched length of her vagina. She clamped down on his big prick, which made them both gasp with pleasure. She arched her back, her small breasts and hard nipples jutting out proudly. Paul’s right hand encircled her body and grasped her right breast, squeezing and caressing it with the same fervor he’d given to Marcia’s. His thrusts became brutal, slamming his big prick as deep as he could, making smacking sounds against her ass. Chrissy was loving every second.
“I’m so close!” she said, feeling the frightening orgasm descending on her.
“Do you like it,” Paul grunted into her ear.
“I fucking love it! Fuck that pussy! Make it cum!”
Her words descended into incoherent grunts and cries as she got closer and closer. But she couldn’t quite climax. Each wave pushed her closer and closer, each time felt like she was finally going to explode. But she stayed just below that level, just a moment away from cumming.
“Chrissy darling,” said Marcia. “Just let go. Let yourself cum.”
Chrissy became aware that she was holding back, unable to quite give in. She closed her eyes, trying to lose herself in the sensations but couldn’t quite do it. For a moment, she was scared she wasn’t going to — that she’d end up frustrated once again.
But then Marcia’s soft lips touched hers in a kiss. And she let go. “There she goes!” said Marcia with a grin.
Chrissy came. And Chrissy came and came and came and came and came as Paul continued to pound her spasming cunt. She couldn’t even cry out but just gripped the edge of the desk as hard as she could, her mouth open, eyes wide, her breath coming in short sobbing barks.
Finally, with a short scream, she finished and collapsed onto the desk. Paul’s pace slowed and then stopped. He massaged her ass tenderly, his cock still buried deep in her as her cunt continued to squeeze him in fading orgasm.
Chrissy’s eyes fluttered open to see Marcia standing there, legs spread, her fingers stroking her wet pussy in idle happiness. Her boss had clearly masturbated herself to climax watching Paul pump the younger woman to within an inch of her life.
Marcia smiled, leaned in and kissed Chrissy on the mouth. The young girl moaned at the pleasure of Marcia’s gentle but firm kiss while Paul’s throbbing monster was still in her tender pussy.
“I told you you’d love it,” Marcia said with a grin as she broke the kiss. She slipped her finger — still wet from her own climax — into Chrissy’s mouth. The girl sucked on it happily with closed eyes. She’d never tasted another woman before — never even tasted herself. But she liked it.
“For being such a good girl, you get to taste the orgasm you gave me.”
Chrissy sucked on the finger for a moment, then moaned as Marcia pulled it away.
“But now it’s my turn.”
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