Soccer Mom – Part II

Thanks to everyone who read part I and left so many kind words! I hope you enjoy part II just as much but please, don’t hesitate to leave any constructive criticism. It will be greatly appreciated as I get under way with part III.

I do want to preface this and say that I had part II pretty much done when I posted part I, so I wouldn’t expect part III to come nearly as fast. I will post part III as soon as it’s ready.

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I remove my hands from the steering wheel and wipe them against my jeans for the fourth time. It’s all I can do to keep them from sliding all over the wheel. I can’t believe I am so nervous. I mean, what is there to be nervous about? It should be easier after the first time. Hell, if we are going on a load by load basis, this would technically be the third time. I guess this time around I’ve had a lot more time to think about it. To crave it.

It’s been over a week since my little adventure in the back of an SUV with the busty blonde. The busty blonde named Lauren. She gave me her name in a text last night, the only text she has sent me.

Your services are required at 7pm tomorrow
2169 Victoria Dr.
– Lauren (Kiss Emoji)

My mind spiraled out of control after I received that. I had just begun to accept that she never wanted to meet up again, that the sex was nowhere near as good as she made it out to be.

I have a bad habit of assuming the worst. I’m the guy who assumes they fail every test the second they finish. The kind of guy who almost never asks a girl out because I psych myself out before I even open my mouth. That’s the reason why I only had two sexual partners to fall back on before last week. One of which only happened because we were both drunk and lonely at a New Year’s Eve party.

But despite my negativity, she did text me, and appears to want another go at it.

At the soccer game she was so quick and in control, my dick was pressed between those two giant melons before I even knew what was going on. Probably why I never even thought to ask her name. But now I have been spending every waking second thinking about what is going to happen tonight, all the ways I can screw it up and everything that could potentially go wrong. Maybe, I get so nervous that I can’t get it up. Maybe, the text is from a jealous lover who is going to beat the ever loving shit out of me. Maybe, she spikes my drink and I wake up in a bathtub full of ice minus one kidney. Ok, that last one is crazy talk but you get the idea.

I suppose my negative attitude was actually a good thing. It was the only thing that kept me from texting her every five seconds. Had I not been convinced she wanted nothing to do with me, I would have surely scared her away with my desperate texts. I may not know a lot about dating and hookups, but I know desperation is the quickest way to turn a girl’s lower half into the Mojave desert.

“Turn left onto Victoria drive and your destination will be on your right.” the GPS said, in its robotic female voice. My nerves grow as the pixelated car on my phone inches closer at the little flag on the map.

“You have arrived at your destination.”

My hand slips on the shifter as I try to place the car in park on the street a few houses down from hers. I have no idea why I am being so secretive, she’s divorced and no one on this planet gives a shit why I am here.

I guess a small part of me feels like I am doing something wrong. Perhaps it’s the taboo of being with an older woman?

I walk up the brick path towards the front porch of her house. It’s a traditional single family home, two stories with blue siding wrapping all along the house with white trimed windows and railings. Honestly, I’m a little disappointed by it. After seeing her Mercedes I assumed I was walking into a mansion, but it is your average suburban home.

I take a few deep breaths and ring the doorbell. Each chime of the little jingle it makes seems to ring out forever. After a few seconds, it goes quiet, then is followed by the echo of approaching footsteps, high heels clacking against a hardwood floor. They grow louder with each clop until the door knob turns and opens.

My panic and nerves melt away the second I see her. She has traded in her tight tank top and short skirt for a long, white cocktail dress. The dual strap dress hugs her skin perfectly and tightly hugs her ample breasts. The length stops just short of her fingertips.

Her long, wavy blonde hair is cascading over her shoulders and draped along her enormous cleavage, flowing over them like streams atop mountains.

She greets me with a wide, pearly white smile. “Right on time. Won’t you come on in and make yourself comfortable.” she said, with a calm and confident tone. “I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding the place.”

“Not at all, it’s hard to get lost in the age of the GPS.” I said with a smile.

I am amazed at how calm and relaxed I have suddenly become. I guess the sight of her brings the memories of her screaming in pleasure rushing back to the front of my mind. Hard not to be confident when you do that to a beautiful woman.

She chuckles. “I suppose that it is.”

She closes the door behind me and I am immediately in awe of her home. Her ordinary and unassuming suburban home is anything but on the inside. The dark wood floors shine like crystal clear lakes, so much so that I can see my reflection in them. The egg shell white walls are covered with contemporary artwork and decorations. This is what I expected from a woman who drives a Mercedes.

“How about a drink? You strike me as a Manhattan man.” She said while giving me a studious look.

“Yes, ma’am” I reply with confidence despite having no idea what Manhattan is.

“Follow me into the living room, I have the bar fully stocked and ready to go.”

I follow from behind a few steps back, just enough distance so as not to appear like a puppy desperately trying to keep up with its master.

But this distance also gives me the pleasure of watching her body gyrating back and forth as she seductively makes her way down the hallway in her high heels. The heels cause the muscles in her legs to tighten, revealing the impressive amount of work she puts into her body. Her firm ass swivels back and forth like a pendulum with each step she takes.

Once we reach the end of the hallway we come to a big, open room. To the right is a large sectional sofa that takes up almost the entire back two corners of the room. A large dark wood coffee table sits in front, it shines just like the floors did. Just beyond that is a fireplace that has a fire roaring inside. I don’t smell anything burning so I assume it is gas. Then, at the other end, taking up the entire left side wall, is a full bar. The shelves behind it are lined with various brown and clear liquid filled bottles of all shapes and sizes. I had no idea there were so many different kinds.

“Have a seat, I’ll have your drink ready in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.” she waves her hand along the four barstools neatly tucked along the bar and then heads behind it to begin making my drink.

I pull out the middle stool and sit down. “You have a beautiful home.”

She talks with her back still to me while pouring the drink, “Thank you, interior decorating is a passion of mine.”

She turns and hands me a drink flashing me a mischievous smirk. “If I can give you a bit of advice, marry a rich ass hole and when they inevitably cheat on you, divorce them and take them for everything they have.”

I smile back and raise the glass to my lips, completely unaware of what I am going to drink.

Before I can take a sip though, she gently places her hand on mine, lowering the drink back to the bar. “Easy there big guy, don’t you know it is rude to start before the lady even has a drink in her hand?”

“Sorry, how foolish of me.” My nerves spike up again, afraid that I have started down the never ending spiral of mistakes I am about to make, ruining the night just as I feared I would.

“I think I’ll mix myself up with a daiquiri.” She said with the same smirk as before, then immediately turned back around and pulled various bottles and ingredients from the back of the bar.

I sit there quietly thumbing my drink, afraid of doing anything else stupid. The sex is pretty much a done deal, best to just follow her lead and wait for the signal.

Then i think, will there be a signal? She made all of the moves last time, is she expecting me to take charge?

Before I could overthink things any further, she turns back around with a metal drink shaker in her hands. She softly whips her head to each side, sending her long, blonde waves of hair to her back. Then, she starts shaking. She’s holding the saker just below her massive breasts, causing them to jiggle and bounce inside her tight dress.

I stare at her in amazement, like this is the first time seeing her perfect cleavage dance inside her tight fitting clothing.

This must be it, I think. This is the signal. She wants me to walk back there, hike up her short dress and fuck her right behind the bar, I’m sure of it.

I make the decision to head behind the bar and give her what she wants, but I barely get a single cheek off the bar stool when I hear it, the clacking of high heels along the hardwood floor from down the hallway.

I turn, and in the same entry way we came through there is standing a dark haired woman in a tight, black cocktail dress similar to Lauren’s. She has one hand on her hip while the other holds a martini glass.

“So, this must be the young, hung stud I’ve heard so much about.” she said, her tone and posture just oozing attitude and confidence.

And just like that, any false sense of confidence I had went right out the window, I was the nervous little kid again.

She takes a few steps towards us, her body swiveling in the same seductive motion as Lauren’s was. Her hips are even wider than Laurens, but still built and firm, they look almost disproportional in size to her body considering how narrow her waist is.

A loud clop echoes in the room with each step.

She stops in front of me and takes a sip of her drink, then lets out an exaggerated refreshing gasp. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” she said.

Lauren cracks open the shaker and pours the contents into a martini glass. “Where are my manors, this is my dear friend Ashley.”

Lauren raises her glass and holds it close to mine. I shakily grab my drink and clang it against hers. “She will be joining us for the evening.” Lauren said, taking a sip from her glass while closing her eyes in deep satisfaction.

Ashley stays put, simply taking another drink on her own. I take a sip of mine, it burns all the way down.

Does she mean join us like enjoying a casual drink together or does she intend to join in with what comes after? She must be here for the after, why else would she call me a young hung stud?

As ridiculous of a name that might have been, my ego grew two sizes after hearing it. Was Lauren so impressed that she’s now bragging about me to her friends?

I can feel my palms grow clammy as my nerves shoot through the roof. This can’t be happening, there’s just no way that I stumbled my way into a threesome with two gorgeous bombshells. Can it?

Lauren walks from out behind the bar, drink in hand. “Shall take this party over to the couch? It’s far more comfortable than these stingy old barstools.”

All I can muster is a slight nod. I grab my drink and make my way over to the sectional sofa. I sit down in the middle, my feet almost don’t reach the ground as the cushions are abnormally long. I lean back and sink into the couch. Both Lauren and Ashley sit on either side of me, crossing their legs as they do.

I continue to nervously thumb my glass as it sits in my lap, staring at it while I do, like a small child holding his sippy cup. I’m too nervous to look either of them in the face, I just take occasional glances out of the corner of my eye, going back and forth between the two.

No one says anything at first, each of them only taking occasional sips from their glasses. Finally, Ashley breaks the awkward silence. “You didn’t tell me he was such a shy boy.” she said in a condescending tone.

“Oh, be nice.” Lauren quipped back, “He has every right to be nervous. I wasn’t exactly forthcoming with tonight’s entertainment.” She leans forward and places her glass on a coaster which is resting on the edge of the coffee table, which looks more expensive than everything I own combined.

She nestles in closer to me, gently caressing my shoulder with her long, soft fingers. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but I wanted it to be a surprise. After you performed so well the last time, I felt like treating you. But if you think this is too much for you, I won’t stop you from leaving.”

She has such a calm and reassuring way of speaking, I instantly feel my nerves begin to subside, I feel safe when she is close.

“No, I’m ok.” I said with a lump in my throat.

She smiles and slides the tips of her fingers through my hair. “Good, and don’t worry, mommy will take good care of you.”

My half erect cock twinges slightly inside my jeans. Up to this point I have managed to keep from getting too excited but hearing her dip back into the mommy kink sends sparks through my body. Just like last time, she plays the part perfectly. I am still not sure if I am into it or if I just love how she does it.

Ashley on the other hand, doesn’t seem to be into it, as I can see her eyes roll as she downs the last of her drink. She stands and places her drink down on the table alongside Lauren’s. “So are we going to cuddle him all night or are we going to get to the good stuff.” She looks me up and down, she smirks like the cat that just ate the canary and takes a long pause when looking at my crotch. Clearing staring at my erect cock as it pushes its way through one of my pant legs.

Lauren keeps her attention on me, now running her fingers down the back of my neck. “Ashley is a little impatient but a true sweetheart once you get to know her.” She turns to Ashely, “We have the same plastic surgeon, it’s actually how we met.”

Ashley begins to sensually slide her fingers along her cleavage, “I’m a bit of a frequent flier there.”

This doesn’t come as a total surprise to me, unlike Lauren’s subtle enhancements, Ashley’s are obvious. Her breasts are close in size to Laurens but do not have the natural look hers do, they look like volleyballs were stuffed under her dress. I’d guess that she was naturally a lot smaller in her chest than Lauren so there was a lot more plastic needed to get to the same size.

Her thick, full lips also show the signs of artificial enhancement. Her stomach had been tucked in and likely waist trained, giving her an extreme hourglass figure.

Lauren turns her attention to Ashely, “Don’t you think she looks sexy? I do, I just love her look. She’s the reason I decided to go through with getting my breasts enhanced, after a thorough study on how well hers came out.” They stare at each other like secret lovers, clearly reminiscing about the intimate time they have spent together.

I doubt I am the first person she has brought home to meet her friend.

She is right though, Ashley looks drop dead sexy. She carries her bimbo look with confidence, clearly not caring what others think. Behind all of the augmentations you can see that even without them, she was a beautiful woman. She still is, now there is just more of her to enjoy.

Lauren turns back to me and takes my drink out of my hand and places it on the table. She slides her hand along my now empty lap, stopping when she reaches the tip of my rock hard cock.

“There’s my old friend.” She flattens her palm and glides her hand all the way along the shaft. She follows the shaft to fly of my jeans and then begins to undo it.

Ashley stands in wait, still rubbing her fingers along her cleavage, but now done mindlessly. She is eagerly awaiting the reveal.

Lauren reaches into my pants with care and pulls out my throbbing cock. Ashely’s face lights up, “You weren’t kidding, look at that thing.”

Lauren begins to massage it just below the head. She stares into my eyes and I get lost in the blue of hers.

“I told you, it’s always the shy ones who have the big cocks.”

I could spend the night just listening to them talk about how big I am. I may not be sure about the mommy kink, but the dick worship is definitely here to stay.

She moves her head towards my lap and puckers her lips, she starts at the base and begins kissing all the way up the head. Once at the top, she exhales, basking my penis in her warm breath.

I look back up at Ashely who is biting her lower lip. Her hand that was caressing her cleavage is now clasped around her right breast, massaging it. Her other hand is playing with the frill of her short dress, her fingers gradually working their way up and under. Before they can reach their destination, Lauren interrupts her.

“You know, the last time I had this big thing in my mouth, it left my jaw so sore. It’s so thick that I think it could use a second pair of lips to help me, don’t you think?”

Without hesitation, Ashley drops to her knees. She grasps the base of my dick in her hand and begins to run her swollen lips up and down the side. She moans softly with each pass, occasionally extending her tongue and licking around it like a popsicle.

Soon after, Lauren joins in. Her lips slide along in rhythm with Ashley’s, their tongues swirling and intertwining with each other as they move. Their movements grow more aggressive, as if they desperately want to thrust each other’s tongues in the other’s mouth, but my dick is standing between them.

They travel all the way to the tip of my dick and then plunge their tongues down the others throat. Lauren grabs the back of Ashelys head and pulls her in tight, the tip of my cock stands at attention just outside their mouths as they aggressively massage their tongues together.

I don’t have to wait long until their attention turns back to me, they maneuver my dick back between them and continue to make out, only now, my dick is separating them from a full embrace.

The sight of them so passionately kissing turned out to be too much for me, though.

A few seconds after I’m brought back between them, I feel my whole body tense up. I can’t even get a single word out, it happens so fast. A fire shoots from my belly and into my cock, and then a long rope of cum jets from my dick and onto the expensive coffee table.

Only a single strand escapes before Lauren wraps her lips around my tip. I spasm over and over as I empty into her mouth. Once the final whimper of my body finishes and my balls are drained, she pulls off and presses her lips around Ashely’s mouth.

My cum is pouring out the sides of their mouth as they swirl their tongues together, their necks spasming as they try and swallow the rest. They take a few deep kisses once the last of my load is devoured and then slowly pull their mouths apart.

Ashley wipes the cum off of her cheek with her hand, licking what she can off of it. “That’s it?” she said with a frustrated tone. “Some stud he turned out to be. More like a three pump chump.” She looks down at me, her eyes shooting dagger at me while she does.

Lauren sucks her fingers clean. “Have patience, he’ll be ready for a second go before you know it.” She looks down at me like I’m a delicious snack cooking in the microwave. “Believe me, the second course is to die for. We’ll just have to entertain ourselves until then.”

Lauren walks around Ashely, sensually sliding her fingers along her arm and then down her back. Ashley shutters from the sensation and soon, her whole body turns to goosebumps.

I can see Lauren fiddling with something behind her, then I hear the slow pull of a zipper. She raises her hands to the black straps on Ashley’s shoulders and begins to pull them down. Ashley goes along with it and narrows her shoulders. After a few inches, the entire dress is on the floor, revealing her entire figure. Her thick thighs with a little bit of cellulite in them. Her wide hips leading up to an exceptionally small waist and flat stomach, so flat I can see the outlines of her abs.

But my eyes only spend a few moments examining her lower half, they are pulled towards her beach ball sized breasts almost immediately. Normally with such an extreme enhancement, the bare breast would look like something out of a horror movie, filled with stretch marks and bulging veins, but not Ashley. Sure, her areolas are stretched to the size of small pancakes, but there are no visible incision marks or bulging veins. What little imperfections there are must be well hidden beneath her dark, tan skin.

Lauren slides her hands from Ashely’s waist and up to her breasts, her fingers impressing into them and massaging them gently. Ashley’s breasts must be as sensitive as Laurens were because as soon as she digs in, her eyes close and her mouth goes wide, letting out a soft moan.

She hangs her head back and rests it against Lauren’s shoulder. Lauren then dips down and slides her tongue into Ashley’s mouth. Ashley raises her hands behind her and pulls Lauren’s face in tighter, their tongues dance together in the ballroom of their mouths.

I think I’ve been completely forgotten until Lauren opens her eyes, staring deeply at me. She continues to stare as one hand begins to slide down Ashely’s body, all the way down past her stomach into her crotch. Her pointer and index fingers stretch out and begin to massage the tops of Ashley’s vaginal lips in small circles. Ashley’s whole body reacts, it practically melts in Lauren’s arms. I can see her pull Lauren’s face in tighter and kiss her more deeply, as if to say, more, give me more.

Lauren removes her mouth from Ashsley’s but keeps her magic fingers working. “See, I told you.” Lauren said. “Our little stud is all ready for us.”

All at once, we each look at my cock, which has quickly recovered from its flaccid state and now points in the air, fully erect. You would have never guessed that I just plastered the table and the inside of Lauren’s mouth a few minutes ago.

I swell with pride when I see the shock on Ashley’s face, her mouth slightly ajar as she stares down at my throbbing manhood. Although I imagine a little bit of the shock has to do with Lauren’s fingers which are still working their magic.

For a brief moment, I think of taking charge of the situation. To stand up and force my cock down Ashley’s throat, making her literally eat her words for calling me a three pump chump. But I quickly shake off the ideal It would be far too aggressive of a move to pull now, best to sit back and let Lauren run the show. She’s been doing a perfect job of it so far.

Lauren gives Ashely one more deep kiss, and then walks over to me. She guides me to sit horizontally on the couch. It’s so large, my whole body fits without any part of me coming close to sliding off.

She grabs my pants from around my knees and pulls them the rest of the way off. I quickly pull my shirt over my head at the same time. She hikes up her dress over her hips and straddles on top of me. “Just looking at that big thing gets me so wet.” Lauren said, her hands over her pussy as she guides it to my hard cock. She places my engorged head inside her and lowers into my lap until I am balls deep inside of her. A look of excitement washes over her face, intensifying with each inch that goes in. Once all in, she slowly begins to lift her hips up and down, moaning louder with every rotation. Her tightly packed breasts bounce as she begins to pick up the pace, looking like they are dying to burst out of the suffocating dress.

I was so entranced by Lauren’s perfection that I completely forgot Ashely was in the room, nor did I notice her climb onto the couch just above my head. She crawls forward until her knees are flush with my shoulders. I stare up at her pussy that is now only a few inches from my face. Nothing visible but the clamshell with a little white secretion beginning to seep out.

Without a single word, she lowers her hips down and plants herself squarely on my face. I panic for a brief moment, my arms flailing at my sides as my head is tightly squeezed between her thick thighs.

It isn’t until I wrap my hands firmly round her soft legs that I begin to calm down. The feeling of them squished between my fingers sends calming waves throughout my body.

I maneuver my face until our lips are touching, then I slide my tongue inside her clamshell and begin to massage the inside layer. I feel her legs twitch in my hands as my tongue goes inside, like a jolt of static electricity through her body. I move my tongue in slow, circular motions like I’m searching her insides for something, but the truth is, I am looking for something. After a minute or so of my tongue stumbling around in the dark, like searching for a light switch in an unfamiliar house, I find it. I’m a little embarrassed it took me as long as it did, especially after realizing how much larger than average it is, but I made it to my destination eventually, her clit.

As soon as my tongue touches it, another bolt of static electricity surges through her body and I feel her legs twitch in my hands, even more so than the time before. I swirl my tongue around her clit and her whole body begins to shake. I can hear her moans get louder, so loud that not even her legs squeezed around my ears are enough to muffle the noise completely.

Not long after her moans and shaking increase, the water works begin to start. At first I thought I was just drooling from having my tongue hanging out of my mouth for so long but no, it’s definitely her. She’s getting so wet that I have no choice but to gulp some of it down every few moments, just to keep from drowning. But it’s not bad, she actually has a subtle sweetness to her that I find stimulating. I smother her clit with my tongue in hopes of getting a little bit more.

All the while I am doing my part, Lauren is having the time of her life using my lower half. Riding my cock harder with every passing second. Her moans begin to grow but are broken up every few moments by the sound of kissing.

I can’t see anything with my face buried deep inside Ashely, but I can picture it perfectly. Lauren, repeatedly thrusting my cock inside her, her massive breasts bouncing freely after escaping the tight confines of her cocktail dress. Her hands embracing Ashley’s face, pulling her in closer to shove her tongue inside her mouth.

Then Ashley, caressing her own volleyball sized tits, would be sucking on Lauren’s tongue.

Both must be writhing in pleasure from the dick and tongue bashing they are getting. The sounds of their moans, coupled with Lauren’s warm pussy and the mental image I am painting would normally be enough to get me to explode again, but being preoccupied with Ashley’s thighs around my ears is enough to keep me under control.

Lauren’s hips begin to gyrate and pulse, the grip her pussy has around my cock tightens. I know what this means back from our experiences in the back of her SUV, she’s climaxing. Ashley must know the signs as well because she reaches her fingers down and begins to rub Lauren’s clit. The tips of long fingernails gently poke at the base of my dick as she does it. She must have begun kissing her again, because all I hear is muffled moans and screams along with occasional lip smacking during Lauren’s intense climax.

After Lauren cools down and relaxes, Ashley climbs off of my face.

I take my forearm and wipe my mouth. I imagine I look like a little kid who just got done messily eating a sundae, getting more on me than in me, as the old dad joke goes. Judging by the amount of Ashley’s juices that are now on my arm, that might not be an exaggeration.

“Thanks for keeping him warm for me.” Ashley says, “But it’s my turn.”

I look up at Lauren who is still flustered from her orgasm, her hair is a mess and just as I imagined, her breasts had completely fallen out of her dress. She doesn’t climb off of me as she so much falls off, looking defeated in the process. She sinks into the couch and her feet collapse on the floor. She holds one hand to her head, as if to try and calm herself down.

Ashley pushes the coffee table away from us, still splattered with a steam of my cum from before. She then gets on all fours on the rug between Lauren’s legs and looks back at me, ready to bark orders but there’s no need, I know where I am supposed to be. I get down on my knees and shuffle my hips up directly behind her, my cock so close to her dripping wet pussy that I can feel the warmth it is emitting.

But I don’t put it in right away, I’m so drawn by her thick, full ass that I take my cock and begin to rub it between her cheeks. I place my hands outside of each cheek and squeeze them together, almost completely submerging my cock in their softness.

My trance into Ashley’s backside is broken when I hear Lauren begin to squeal. Ashley had begun eating her out, causing Lauren’s whole body to writhe with pleasure. She places her hands on her tits and massages them together as the intense pleasure possesses her.

The sight of her drives me wild and I immediately pull my hips into Ashley’s backside, pushing my cock inside of her soaking wet pussy.

Despite the tight fit, it slides in effortlessly. I pull her wide hips back until I am as deep as I can go, though her plump ass only provides so much room for me.

Once I pull her in tight, her head lifts up from Lauren’s pussy and screams out. “Oh fuck, it’s big!” She turns her head around and I can see in her eyes that she is fighting intense pleasure mixed with pain, but they are also screaming for me to continue.

Slowly, I begin to pull out until my tip is barely inside her, and then I simultaneously thrust and pull her hips back. The contact is so powerful that a thunderous smack rings out. I can see the ripples of the impact echo out, like each cheek was a lake that had a rock tossed into it.

“Fuck me, fuck me with that big fucking dick!” Ashley screams.

Before she can yell anything else, Lauren, who doesn’t want to be left on the sidelines, reaches forward and plunges Ashely’s face back into her pussy. Ashley must have gotten the hint and continued eating her out, because Lauren’s eyes roll into the back of her head and she collapses back into the couch soon after.

I continue with my slow but strong thrusts, each time I can see her holding back a scream while her head bobs up and down in Lauren’s crotch. I pick up the pace slightly every 15-20 seconds, not wanting to start too fast cause I know that now, without the distraction of having my face smothered between Ashley’s legs, I could bust at any moment. I can see the pleasure beginning to build in Ashley, as her back tightens and her hands begin to dig in and grip the sofa cushion.

As much as I want to take things slow, I know I need to mix things up, too. I think back to that amazing afternoon in Lauren’s SUV and remember how intense things got when I started to spank her. It would be much easier with Ashley, her ass is twice the size of Laurens, I don’t think I could miss it if I tried.

I pull my hand back and connect on her right cheek with force. Her head arches back and she lets out a loud squeal. I do it again, only harder, and she lets out another.

She turns her head back and looks at me. “That’s it daddy, spank me!”

Daddy? I guess it’s another kink I have to add to my list because hearing her call out to me like that sends me wild. I begin to smack ass, over and over, thrusting into while I do it. A skill I picked up from my time with Lauren.

I stare into Ashley’s eyes, I can see the pain and yearning in them with each thunderous smack.

She opens her mouth to say something else, but before she can, Lauren grabs a fist full of her hair and pulls her back into her pussy.

Not wanting to distract from Lauren’s pleasure any further, I cease the spanking, but continue my furious pace thrusting into plump backside.

Her hands are now so tightly gripped around the cushion, her nails are almost piercing into it. Lauren must have picked up on this too because she is now holding her hand over the back of Ashley’s head, not allowing her to escape. Her body begins to quiver and I can hear her muffled moans from between Lauren’s legs. The screams must feel good because I can see Lauren’s face light up with pleasure as well.

I keep up my pace all through Ashley’s screams and beyond, not letting up even when I see her body begin to relax. Not long after she does relax a little, I can see her tense up again and moan inside of Lauren, within seconds she was brought to orgasm again.

Once again, her body aches, quivers and then relaxes, but I still don’t let up. I continue pounding her from behind, and she cums again, and again.

Throughout Ashely’s wave of orgasms, a fire began to build in my body. A fire that I did my best to fight, but it still took over me. What started as a slight tingle in my belly, grew to an overwhelming ache . Having cum just 20 minutes prior, I was able to fight it, bury it deep inside myself, but now it is out. It is flowing through my body and heading in one direction, my hard cock. My cock that is soaked with Ashley’s juices as it pounds deep inside of her quivering pussy.

I might have been able to fight the urge, to bury it back inside of me, but that all changed when I locked eyes with Lauren. Those deep blues which were staring at me, like they wanted me. No, they needed me.

She was still moaning from the tongue lashing Ashley was giving her, her mouth was propped open and her lower lip was shaking with delight. She said nothing but I could hear her through her eyes, it was like she was standing next to me, her lips pressed up against my ear and whispering in it with her hot breath. “Cum for me, baby.” she said in my mind, “Give mommy that big fat load.” This thought was now on a loop in my mind, and I could no longer hold back.

Fortunately, I had greater control this time, and could utter the words before spraying all over the living room.

“I’m going to cum!” I said.

Lauren bites her lower lip and pulls Ashley’s head out from between her legs. I stand up as they both crouch on the ground in front of me and open their mouths with their tongues sticking out. Lauren looks like an eager school girl, while Ashley seems barely coherent. The flood of orgasms has put her in a mindless state where her body seems to only be reacting.

It feels like every ounce of energy I have is rushing to my cock, I can feel the pressure build as it becomes engorged with cum. And then, it explodes. The 20 plus minute fuck fest must had put my balls into overdrive, because this load is just as big as the first.

The first rope of cum fires out like it was shot from a canon and splashes right between Lauren’s eyes. The surprise and velocity of the shot causes her to flinch, but she quickly recovers and adjusts her position. The second shot connects right on her tongue causing her to smile and her eyes to brighten with joy. I give a third shot down her throat and then turn to Ashely. The velocity has dyed down considerably after the first three shots so the remaining bursts of cum just showers all over her tits.

After the final drop dribbles out, Lauren turns to Ashely and licks the cum off her tits. Her tongue travels from drop to drop, until it makes its way up her neck and into her mouth.

Ashley doesn’t kiss her back, she just leans her head back and opens her mouth, letting Lauren swirl her cum drenched tongue all around the inside. Lauren gives her one last deep kiss before getting up and sitting on the couch.

Ashley does the same but on the opposite side. She collapses like someone who just worked a triple shift doing back breaking labor. Her eyes are closed and her body is limp the second her head hits the pillow leaned up against the couch arm.

I stand there for a moment, unsure what to do with my dick now lying limp between my legs.

Lauren gestures for me to come over. She opens her arms in a warm, motherly embrace. I curl up next to her like a little kid and rest my head against her breasts. She runs her fingers softly through my hair.

After a few short minutes, I am fast asleep.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uetctg/soccer_mom_part_ii