(Mf, M+f, M+F, MM, inter, oral, anal, mast, voy, exhib, lac)
by Art Martin
Shelly gets a raise and Jake gets a surprise. Lenny's fortunes change with Millie's ass broken in, while David realizes that there is a solution to his immediate financial problem.
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2004, 2005, 2007, 2008, 2015 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.
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Waking with the morning sunrise, Shelly dreamily looked into the mirrored canopy of the big luxurious bed. Gazing up at her reflection and the reflection of the snoring man she'd slept with last night, she stretched cat-like and shifted her position. Unlike her own bed, the mattress felt so soft, yet it was firm at the same time and the finished 500-count Egyptian cotton sheets felt like silk against her naked skin. It was all so different from what she was used to.
Looking out over the ornately furnished room, she recalled that her grandmother had a marble-top vanity similar to the one in this room. Of course, she giggled inwardly, her grandmother didn't have a bed like this where you could look up and watch yourself having sex. She smiled mischievously remembering the sight of the Governor's buttocks rising and falling as they made love last night. Watching herself squeeze her big tits together, she wondered hopefully if she would see that naughty sight again this morning.
She giggled to herself again remembering when Chester had brought in that big blue pill and left it by the bedside. She asked him what it was and he told her. "Dat's Viagra Missy, ta make the Gov'nor hard for yo."
"Are you going to take it?" she eagerly asked the surprised Governor.
He protested that he was already worn out, but she insisted. To his surprise and pride he had it back up within a half hour. That's when the fun really began. For over two hours he was hard, and for those two hours that hard slab of male-meat was used and abused. He finally had to beg for mercy and still had to push her off.
Shelly wondered if he would be playful when he woke, or would he be too drained from the previous evening. Slowly she stroked his bare chest, playing with his light chest hair. Slowly she worked her hand down his tummy and eventually to his soft cock. To her delight, the organ began to swell and engorge.
Speedy Hammons slowly came out of his deep sleep to discover that the sweet dream he was having was no dream at all. The covers were indeed pulled back. In the overhead mirrors he could see the voluptuous blonde teen feasting on his dick, her head moving in crazy patterns as she performed fellatio in a most sloppy manner. Sloppy, as in wet and playful, letting his organ noisily slip from her lips only to be noisily sucked back in her mouth. His balls were already coated and dripping with excess saliva. The whole blowjob was delightfully wicked.
Her sumptuous teen body was a sight to behold, but he was surprised that he had it up after last night's marathon fuck. It had been twenty years since he'd had that much sex in one night. As nice as the early morning blowjob felt, that's not how he wanted to use his morning hard-on. Not with this sex-pot. Still he wasn't about to tell her to stop either.
Shelly felt his hand on her head and felt him stroking her hair as she sucked him. He was awake! She looked up his torso and into his smiling eyes. She let his dick slip from her lips, only to recapture it and lewdly lave over the fat bulbous head. Then in a whisper, she heard the words she longed to hear... "C'mon, baby, let's fuck." Again she let the hard cock slip from her mouth. Crawling forward, she positioned herself over him, aimed his wet and drooling sex-spike at her eager cunt and lowered herself on him. Shelly closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling as the cock slipped up inside her. Having taken all of him into her as possible, she leaned forward to kiss him, thrusting her tongue between his lips to dance and duel with his lashing tongue.
Breaking the protracted kiss she rose up enough for him to play with her bulging tits while she ground her hips into his groin. His hands left her tits and firmly grasped her hips. He lifted her hips and then drove her down on him. Shelly let him guide her pace, but didn't make him work at it either. Soon the ornate room was filled with the slapping sound of her shapely buttocks meeting his groin, as his hips thrust upwards to meet her downward moving hips. Having established the pace, his hands returned to maul her wildly gyrating tit flesh.
*****
With the rising sun, Julia too was awakened as Jake mounted her yet again. Her legs automatically wrapped around his hips and her heels dug into his hairy buttocks, urging him on, unaware of the victorious spermatozoa penetrating her egg.
Across the hall, David heard the pounding of the headboard against the wall. 'Christ, he's fucking her again,' he said to himself. He tried to move, but he was pushed up against the wall as there wasn't that much room in his son's small bed for both him and the big black buck he was sleeping with. The musky body odor of his bed partner made David's nostrils flare. He felt the big man stirring and rolling towards him, and then felt the man's huge organ nestling between his between his buttocks. The big cock pressed and humped while it hardened and grew to a monstrous length that fully spanned the length of his butt crack with room to spare at both ends.
A large black hand gripped David by the chest and he heard Horsefly whisper, "Da's fuckin' agin, white boy. Listen to yo 'ho wife and Massa Jake. He be doin' her real good, ain't he?' David nodded in agreement. "Yo likes Massa Jake doin' yo 'ho wife?" Again David nodded. "Ah likes doin' her too, but shiiittt, all ah gots is yo shinny ass!"
Across the hall, both Jake and Julia heard David cry out, "Oh, gawd!"
"That black bastard's cornholing him again," Jake whispered between thrusts into his whore's pussy.
"I guess he likes it," replied Julia.
"Yeah, guess they both do," he chuckled in reply.
*****
Next door, Luke woke to an empty bed. "Where in the hell is Shelly?" he asked the empty room. Asking the question, he realized that he knew, but at the same time he didn't know. "This is bullshit," he cursed. "She should've come home."
After rolling out of the squeaky bed and getting ready for work, Luke was confronted with preparing his own breakfast. Again he cursed the fact that his wife wasn't there to take care of him. He wasn't a stranger to a kitchen, having been the chief cook for his dad and himself before he got married, so he rummaged around until he found a skillet and cooked up a mess of eggs. Out of practice, he scorched the eggs, and event that added to his bad humor.
*****
Shelly had leaned back, supporting herself with her arms behind her back. She watched herself in the mirrors overhead, watching how her full tits bounced about as fucked the Governor, watching how her hips moved and how his cock moved in and out as she rose and fell on it.
The Governor watched the young slut too. It was obvious to him that she was enjoying this as much if not more than he was and he was indeed enjoying it very much. "What a fantastic fuck," he muttered. "Damn, that's it baby, do that squeezing thing again... Yeah, that's it. What a fuck! Yeah, baby, fuck me... Christ, I'm gonna blow!"
******
Arriving at the railroad yard, Luke was taken aside by Jess Baker. "I had a talk with Big Mike late yesterday," the other gang boss began. "Mike told me how tight things are for ya, and I just want to tell ya that I was... uh... out of line yesterday morning." Luke was surprised that Baker was actually being contrite and apologizing to him.
Baker smiled unctuously and continued, "Just because you're whoring her out doesn't... uh, give me the right to take advantage of ya. I should've negotiated a price for your wife's sweet ass instead of just throwing ya some money and taking her..." Baker squeezed his groin and with a laugh added, "That's a fine, fine fuck, ya got, boy. Yes, siree. Hell, that was the best damned pussy I've had in years! The way she squeezed my cock with her cunt... damn! Ain't never had a fuck like that before! Only complaint was it was over too damned fast.
"I'll be straight with ya, kid, I gotta get me some more of that. So here's what I propose... Me and the boys, we have a hankering to have a little party, and we want to invite your little lady. We'll pay ya. Say, two hundred bucks for two hours with her."
Luke didn't know how to respond. Sell her cunt, just like that? Of course, he'd been doing just that, but that was different somehow. Or was it? Yes, it was different. He'd only gone along with Jake's suggestions because they desperately needed something and couldn't afford it. This was just for cold hard cash, like the thirty bucks he still had in pocket from yesterday morning. Two hundred bucks? Two hours? Hell, she'd been gone since yesterday morning and he knew good and well it wasn't to go see her mom and dad.
"I gotta think about that," he found himself saying.
"What's there to think about, sonnyboy?"
"That's my wife yer talking about."
Baker snorted, "She's a whore! You whore her out. So what's the problem?"
"I just gotta think about that... talk to Shelly."
"Fuck that! We want her ass again and we're gonna have it," growled Baker as he stuffed a wad of bills in Luke's hand. "That's a down payment on her sweet ass. Now you just deliver her... tonight... at my place. Ya get the rest tonight when ya deliver her."
"I don't know..."
"Don't even think of crossing me, boy. Cross me and I'll beat yer ass to a pulp," the bully snarled. "Then we'll just help ourselves to her whenever we want. You got it, boy?"
Luke felt the knot in stomach tighten. He had no illusions that Baker could and would beat him until he couldn't walk for weeks. 'What the hell,' he thought, 'The slut will enjoy it.' "Uh, how many will there be?"
"What do you care?"
"How many?"
"Just my crew... Four of us."
"That's all?"
"Might invite a few others. Not sure."
"Okay. Two hundred for two hours with the four of ya. Any extras and ya owe me fifty dollars a head."
"I'll have to think about that. Just bring her ass over."
"Where?"
"My place. Here's the address. Bring her ass over around nine. That'll gives us a chance to get some cards in and get the boys worked up a little, if ya know what I mean."
"Nine it is," replied Luke shoving the money into his pocket and sealing the deal.
"Make sure she wearing some sexy panties, a lacy bra and some slut shoes. Ya know, something for a strip show."
"Okay."
"One other thing. We're gonna do her bareback, if that's alright with ya. In fact we're gonna do her bareback even if it ain't alright with ya. She on the pill?"
"Sure. Whatever... What the fuck!" Luke then thought to himself, 'She likes it better that way anyway.'
"Hmmm, that's really too bad. I'd love to knock up that one."
*****
The three men sat around the kitchen table while Julia hustled up breakfast. Hoss fidgeted nervously as he wasn't used to eating with white folks, especially when he was the only one of the three men still buck-naked. Jake had told him he might as well stay native.
"Now that's a fine ass," remarked Jake nodding to Julia while she worked at the stove wearing only an apron to protect against the splatter of hot grease.
"Yas, suh," replied Horsefly enjoying the callipygian display of her bare butt. "Ah only thoughts dat nigger girls had asses like dat. Mighty fine! Mighty fine!"
"Hurry up there, woman," impatiently urged Jake. "Me and Hoss gotta get to work."
"I'm hurrying as fast as I can," replied Julia with a hint of irritation in her voice. "If you want your bacon raw, I'll serve it up now."
"I like it cooked," replied Jake.
"Then you'll just have to wait until it's cooked!" she snapped.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! But watch yer tongue, bitch, or I'll have Hoss paddle yer ass raw!"
The fight in her dissolved instantly and Julia turned to plead, "I'm sorry, Jake. I didn't mean to be..."
"Shut yer trap, woman and just get on with the damned breakfast, will ya." Then turning on the charm Jake added, "Oh, I almost forgot. Seeing that ya ruined yer mattress, I took it upon myself to bring ya a new one. It's in the truck outside. Hoss'll fetch it for ya before we go. We'll get rid of the old fer ya too."
"That's kind of you, Jake. That old lumpy mattress is really starting to stink."
"Yer welcome."
Julia served the men and started to sit down. "No, not there," corrected Jake. "Ditch that friggin' apron and go sit yer naked ass in Hoss' lap."
Hoss could hardly eat with the naked white lady sitting in his lap as his hands were mostly busy feeling her up. His boss on the the other hand was enjoying the distressed look on Julia's face. "Ya can't fuck her, Hoss," commented Jake as he wolfed down his food. "Not without a rubber."
"Yas, suh," the big black replied dejectedly with the realization that Jake made all the rules. He would just have to be happy with feeling her up, and what's wrong with two handfuls of bare tit?
Julia felt relief, she'd just be molested by the Negro, and not fucked by him again. It never occurred to her that just two days ago she'd be screaming bloody murder being mauled like this; this morning, it was a blessing.
Keeping an eye on the breakfast show being played out across the table for his amusement, Jake finished his breakfast. Ready to go, he pushed his empty plate aside, and to Horsefly's disappointment, his boss told him to go put his pants on and go fetch the mattress and box springs.
'It ain't fair,' Horsefly thought to himself. 'It ain't fair at all.'
"Get yer black ass moving, boy," growled his boss. "We got work to do and can't spend all day playing with this whore."
"Can't ah least get ta kiss her?"
"On the lips, on her tits or between her legs?"
"Tween her legs?"
"Go fer it!" laughed Jake. "We ain't in too big a hurry!"
Before she knew what was happening, Horsefly stood and laid her on her back on the kitchen table and over the dirty dishes, her legs suddenly spread apart by his powerful arms. In disbelief she watched the grinning black face descend to her defenseless sex.
Hoss saw the whitish ooze seeping from her red raw pussy and knew what it was. He didn't care, he was eating out a pretty white woman and that's all that mattered.
When the thick lips and fat pink tongue made contact, Julia squealed. It was all so wicked, but it also felt oh, so good. It only took a minute before she was humping his face as he lapped and scoured her cunt. She found herself gripping his ears and pulling his black face into her tighter as her hips moved in rapid motion.
David watched in utter disbelief, as Julia was obviously enjoying the oral assault on her cunt, and by a black man no less. "Feels so good! So good! So good!" she cried over and over while her arms were moving across the table, raking dirty dishes and food onto the floor as she ground her cunt into Horsefly's face. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Gaaaaawwwwwdddd! Suck my cunt! Yessss, suck my cunt, you bastard! Ahhhhhh!!!!"
Suddenly Horsefly bolted upright, his dark face shinning with girlie goo, his eyes blazing as if possessed by a demon. Before Jake could stop him, he plunged his bare black cock into Julia's primary fuck orifice. Julia shrieked, "Yessss!" and then began to uncontrollably trash about in orgasm.
As Horsefly assaulted her pussy, his boss could plainly see that he was quite beyond reason. Jake wisely declined to interfere with the big buck as he fucked the hapless woman, instead he took a different tact to regain control of the situation. "Fuck her, nigger! Fuck her!" he shouted in encouragement. "Fuck her white pussy hard! Hard, I said! Fuck her hard!" Hearing his bosses encouraging words, Horsefly did just that. "Fuck her good, boy! Fuck her good! Fuck her hard, but don't cum in her, Hoss. Don't cum in her. Pull out when yer creaming, Hoss. Pull out when ya cum boy, and I'll let ya fuck again someday."
Horsefly heard his boss' voice as if where miles away. Still the message came through loud and clear, 'Pull out when ya cum, pull out when ya cum.' He felt his testicles boiling and the overwhelming urge to cum building toward the precipice. "Ahm a gonna cum, boss! Ahm a gonna cum!" he yelled towards the ceiling.
"Pull out when ya cum, Hoss! Pull out when ya cum!"
"Fuuuckkhhh!!!!!" hollered Hoss. With Herculean effort, he pulled his huge dong from the trashing woman and began spewing his voluminous seed all across her tits, into her face and across her tummy.
The shear volume of ejaculate squirting all over his abused wife staggered David. Then he recalled what he'd felt when the big black had hosed down his bowls earlier, it wasn't his imagination, it really was a hosing, like getting a sperm enema.
With the incredible display of virility over, Hoss sort of slumped back, exhausted by his efforts. When he finally recovered enough to look up, he saw Jake glaring at him.
"Ya didn't cum in her cunt, did ya?" his boss growled.
"No, suh! No, suh! Ah did likes yo tolds me, boss."
"No, ya didn't. I told ya not to fuck her without a rubber! If ya put some worthless pickaninny in her belly, I swear, I'll have the Sherriff's boys take ya out in woods and cut off yer black balls!"
"Ah, pulled out! Ah, pulled out, Massa Jake, like ya tolds me! Ah, pulled out!"
"Shit, fuck!!! Well, what's done's done's, damn you. Only time will tell. Now go get yer god damned pants on and fetch that new mattress from the truck!" Hoss made for the door, eager to escape Jake's wrath. "Take the old one out with ya, Hoss, an' save yerself a trip!" shouted Jake at his scurrying helper.
Ignoring the fucked out woman still sprawled across the kitchen and her wimpy husband, Jake made his way outside to retrieve the paperwork for the new mattress. On his way back in he met Hoss halfway, carrying the old ruined mattress like it was nothing at all.
"Where's yer shirt, Hoss?"
"Ah don'ts know."
"Where's yer shoes?"
"Ah don'ts know, boss."
"How'd ya find yer pants?"
"Ah don'ts know, boss."
"Well, I suppose yer friggin' shirt and shoes are where ya found yer god damned pants! Personally I don't give a shit, but folks 'round here see a half naked nigger like you running around, they're likely to call the Sherriff."
Jake made it back inside the Jenkins home, finding Julia, still naked on all fours, cleaning up the mess on the kitchen floor. "Where's yer husband?"
"I really don't care," replied Julia.
"Don't give me no lip, woman! I need yer worthless husband. Now where is he!"
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to..."
"Fer Christ's sakes, where is he?"
"He said he had to go to the bathroom."
Jake found him in the downstairs bathroom, sitting on the toilet, emanating loud, wet farting sounds. "Here ya go, weasel. Sign here!"
"What's this?"
"Invoice for yer new mattress."
"I didn't..."
"Sign it!"
Without further argument, David took the invoice and examined it. "Fifteen hundred dollars!" he exclaimed in shock.
"The very best and worth every penny of it," replied Jake.
"I can't afford..."
"Sure ya can. Ya can finance it through Stringer and Sons."
"At that interest rate?"
"Hey, ya being a neighbor and buddy and all, it's the least I can do."
"Don't you have something cheaper?"
"Sure, but the way I see it, from now on me and yer wife are gonna be fucking a lot on that mattress and she deserves the best. Now sign it!"
"But I don't have..."
"Sign it! I ain't got all day dealing with the likes of you, so sign it!" Jake waited for a reply and when none was forthcoming, he reached forward with the speed of a snake striking his pry and grabbed David by the balls. "Sign it or I'll rip yer balls off!" Wincing in pain, David scribbled his signature across the invoice. "Ya wanna finance it?" David nodded his assent. "Then date it and sign there and there." To his relief David felt the iron grip on his testicles lessen. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Having completed his business, Jake turned away, leaving David to complete evacuating his bowls and with a bad case of aching balls.
*****
As the work truck pulled out of the gravel parking lot of the railroad maintenance depot, Lenny sighed with relief that Big Mike hadn't clandestinely secreted his wife in the back for the entertainment of the troops today. Yesterday had been rough. He could hardly concentrate on his job hearing her squealing all day with abandon. At least Big Mike didn't cornhole her like he had threatened.
Nervously he glanced to his right where Luke was riding looking out the window. 'Fuck him,' snorted Lenny silently. 'He started all this by bring out that whore wife of his.' His attention was drawn up front where Mike and Rodger were having a good laugh over some stupid joke. 'Why do I have to be stuck in the back here with Luke?' he fretted. 'I have seniority over Roger.' He considered complaining to Big Mike, but then thought better of it. 'No sense in getting Asshole in a bad mood. When he does, he always takes it out on me,' he grumbled to himself just as Mike took an unexpected turn. 'Where in the fuck is Asshole going?' he thought.
Big Mike turned down one street then another, streets very familiar to Lenny. He began to get an uneasy feeling. "Hey, Mike..."
"Shut up, Lenny," came the immediate reply.
"Shit! What are you doing, man?" the underling exclaimed as the truck pulled to a stop in front of his home.
Mike came to a complete stop and put the Suburban in park and turned off the ignition. Turning around in his seat, Mike replied, "Picking up, Millie, of course."
"Oh, come on, Mike! Yesterday was enough!"
"Your little lady had a good time yesterday, Lenny; a mighty good time. Besides, how is she going to have a kid if she doesn't work at it?"
"Mike... please!"
Lenny's plea fell upon deaf ears as Mike was already out of the truck and walking up the sidewalk to the front door. He was halfway there when she came out the door, carrying a picnic basket. "Hi, ya, sweetheart," Mike greeted. Lenny nearly lost it when he saw Mike take Millie in his arms and kiss her, with one hand groping her butt and the other on her tit and all right out in front of neighbors.
"Good girl," Mike whispered when he confirmed that she wasn't wearing either a bra or panties under her cotton sundress. Millie blushed as she just wasn't completely comfortable with all this, but when Mike telephoned earlier this morning and had insisted...
Mike escorted her to the truck and opened the rear door where Luke was sitting. "Luke, upfront! Rodger, you drive," came the simple orders. Luke unhesitatingly moved up front as Rodger slid over take over as driver. Mike handed Luke the picnic basket and directed Millie to get in the back, sandwiched between himself and her husband. Once the back door was securely shut, Mike told Rodger to get going.
As the truck pulled away from the curb, Mike told her, "Loose the dress."
"Mike, someone will see me."
"Loose the dress or next time you're ass will be naked before ya ever get in the truck. C'mere, let me give ya hand."
Lenny was speechless as Mike helped Millie out her dress. Sitting naked, save her sneakers, between her husband and Mike, Millie blushed and tried to cover her nakedness from Luke's grinning stare.
"Put your hands down, baby," admonished Mike gently. "You've got nothing to be a ashamed of. You've got nice tits, very nice tits and ya shouldn't hide 'em. I've told ya that. Yeah, I love your tits, Millie," he said while taking liberties. "Lenny's a very lucky man to have a wife with such nice tits, eh Lenny?"
"Now yesterday we had a little problem. Lenny was too distracted all damned day to get anything done. We can't let that happen again, or we won't be able to do this again. Poor guy was just dying, beating his meat all day, so today we're gonna do things different. I want ya to give yer husband a blowjob on our way out to the work site. That way he'll be able to get to work and not just lurk around gawking all day. Go on... suck his dick, Millie. Suck him 'til he blows his load."
Millie blinked at the outrageous demand. She looked to Lenny and back to Big Mike and then back to her husband.
"Get yer dick out, Lenny. She can't suck ya off if she can't get to yer dick. C'mon, get it out!"
Lenny fumbled with his zipper and then fished his cock out.
"See that, Millie. He's hard just thinking about it. Now, hop to it girl and do yer man right." Millie leaned over and took her husband's cock into her mouth.
Watching the lewd scene, Luke thought to himself, 'She's as dumb as Shelly. Maybe dumber if that's possible.' He watched as her head bobbed up and down Lenny's cock and he watched as Mike felt her up her bottom, running his hand up and down her ass cleft. Luke noticed that she made no protest as Mike's hand settled in for some anal play.
Mike toyed with her for a moment and judged her to be as compliant as he thought she'd be. His hand left her deep valley and fished something out of his shirt pocket. Both Lenny and Luke watched with varying degrees of excitement as Mike squirted a glob of KY jelly on his fingers. With his free hand he spread her ass cheeks apart so that his greased fingers had unfettered access to their target.
Millie's head popped up as she felt her anus being penetrated. "Oh, gawd!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing, Mike?"
"Playing with your ass," was the direct reply. "Now get back to sucking cock, and I'll tend to your other assets."
"Mike! Oh, shit!"
"Get to sucking!"
"That's so dirty," she gasped between taking a quick suck of her husband's cockhead.
"Time ya got another lesson in the sexual habits of sailors. Now just do what yer told and take care of Lenny, while I take care of you."
"Oh, shit," came the whimpering reply muffled by the cock in her mouth.
Over the roar of road noise, the sounds of his wife being finger fucked in the ass filled the cab. Millie shifted position, hiking her butt in the air to give Mike total access to her anus. It was more than Lenny could take and he gasped as he felt the first surge of semen rushing down his cock tube and into his wife's mouth. Like the pro she was quickly becoming, Millie swallowed with each and every pulse, catching some on her tongue to judge it's watery consistency. She had sucked cum from all four men so often now, that she could almost distinguish who was who just by the viscosity and taste of their sementic discharge. The watery consistency of Lenny's sperm-deficient cum was unlike any of the other guys, who all tended to yield full-bodied semen that was not at all unpleasant.
Even after Lenny had cum and his cock shriveled in her mouth, she stayed in position, sucking his limp noodle while enjoying the ass fingering she was getting from Big Mike. By the time the work truck bounced down the embankment and lurched to a stop at the work site, Mike had her opened up enough to worm three fingers up her backside entry.
Mike abruptly removed his fingers and gave Millie a sharp stinging slap on the butt. "Time for work," the boss announced to no one in particular. "Get yer asses moving, boys. You too, Millie."
The crew piled out and Big Mike began barking quick orders as he stripped off his shirt. "Lenny! Rodger! Get a pick and shovel and get up on the tracks. Luke, you fuck her first. Take your time, but don't take all day. Rodger, you get sloppy seconds and I'll be the caboose. C'mon guys, let's give the lady what she wants and give the railroad an honest day's work too."
*****
Shelly sat up in the bed with her back supported by several pillows. She only had the sheet covering her legs and lap, exposing her large perfect breasts to the appreciative eyes of Chester as the black butler served her and the Governor breakfast in bed.
"Yo shore is purdy, Miss Shelly," the butler commented. "Dem's fine jugs yo gots. Mighty fine jugs! Best jugs ah ever sees."
Shelly blushed at the comments and resisted the urge to cover up. The Governor wanted her exposed like this and what the Governor wanted she would give him. Speedy Hammonds opened a stick of honey, placed a drop on his finger and rubbed it into her nipple. "Would you like a taste of honey, Chester?" he asked the butler.
The old black man beamed. "Yes suh! Ah sho' do at dat."
"Help yourself."
The ancient Negro smiled broadly at the pretty whore and lowered his thick lips to her honey-coated teat. Hammond watched the slut carefully, noting how she never objected and how she seemed to enjoy the pink tongue and fat black lips. Chester stayed on her nip laving and tormenting it for a good five minutes. When he pulled away, it was quite noticeably engorged and larger than it's twin. He looked to the Governor and said, "Thank yo, suh! Thank yo!"
"Thank the young lady," came the easy reply.
"Thank yo, Ma'am! Thank ya! Yo sho' gots some nice uns."
Blinking her blue eyes rapidly, Shelly replied, "Your welcome," a response that got the Governor chuckling. "What's so funny?" she asked sincerely.
"You are priceless, Shelly. Priceless! Is there anything I asked that you would say 'no' to?"
"Not if you asked," she said with a demure smile.
"I believe you," he replied with a shake of his head.
*****
It was late mid-morning when Chester dropped the Governor and the Judge's special assistant off at the courthouse. The Bailiff immediately announced their arrival and escorted them into Judge Mecom's chambers.
"Good morning, Speedy," greeted the ebullient judge. "I trust you got a good night's rest?"
"I don't know about the rest part, but it was a good night, a damned good night."
"Did my assistant take care of your needs?"
"Did she! She's fabulous, Horace, absolutely fabulous!"
"Excellent! Excellent! Any complaints?"
"Only that my balls ache," laughed the governor. "But I'll be better by the time I return to the capitol." He looked about the room expecting to see his personal assistant, but he was conspicuously absent. He checked his watch and asked, "Is my assistant anywhere about? We need to get going."
"I sent him over to get a haircut," answered the Judge. "He should be back any minute. I told the girls to give him the deluxe job, but not to over do it. I'll send Chester over to fetch him right away."
The judge then turned to Shelly. "My dear, if you will excuse us. The Governor and I have a few things to discuss before he departs."
"Okay," Shelly replied batting her baby blues. She turned and walked away as both men watched her butt flex.
As soon as the door closed behind her, the judge exclaimed, "That girl gives me a hard-on every time I lay eyes on her."
"She damned near killed me last night," remarked the Governor in mock seriousness. "I can just see the headlines, 'Governor fucked to death'. Christ, what a fine fuck that girl is!"
Shelly heard the muted laughter behind the closed door, but thought nothing of it. The Bailiff looked at her expectantly. "The judge told me to wait out here, I think."
The Bailiff pointed towards a closed door. "Would you care to wait in there?"
Shelly regarded the door. She'd been in there several times now and the result was always the same. Shelly struck a come-hither pose, with one leg extended, her head tilted to one side and her hand on her hip. She looked at the door and then back at the Bailiff. "Will this count towards my Public Service time?"
"Of course, Babydoll," replied the Bailiff smoothly while laughing to himself at the bimbo slut's unbounded naivety. "I'll personally make sure that you receive proper credit."
Breaking out in a radiant smile, Shelly strode to the door with the eager Bailiff following right behind.
*****
Lenny kept his head down and kept his attention on the task at hand of digging out and replacing rotted crossties. It was hard work and it was hot, so that he and the other men were soaked and dripping with sweat, a not at all uncommon state in this line of work. One small blessing was the slight breeze that made it almost bearable. He was thankful of another blessing the breeze bestowed upon him, it carried away the sounds of the rutting taking place just down the embankment, so he didn't have to be constantly reminded what a total slut his wife, Millie, had become. She was enjoying it all too much.
Even so it was still much better than yesterday when had to endure sounds and sights of the daylong gang fucking of his overly enthusiastic wife. Another plus for today was the blowjob she gave him on the way to the worksite and the fact that Big Mike was being decent towards him.
He looked up at the sound of Rodger's voice calling out, "Hey, boss!" as he climbed the embankment after doing his part in the group's effort to knock up Millie. "The cunt's pussy's running hot and she'll all yours, Mike!"
Big Mike set down the pick he was wielding and wiped his brow with his bare arm. "Roger, c'mere for a minute."
Lenny strained to hear what was being said, but couldn't make out anything. The private conversation ended and Big Mike approached Lenny. Slapping him on the back in a friendly manner, Mike said, "You've been doing real good today, Lenny, real good. No pissing and moaning, and no slacker bullshit either. Tell ya what, at lunch you can do her too; hell, it sure won't hurt anything, and it would be well worth it to maintain your positive attitude."
"Uh, thanks, Mike," Lenny replied cautiously.
Big Mike sniffed the air. "I smell pussy," he remarked adjusting his crotch, "sweet, sweet pussy and I've got a hankering to use my cock." Condescendingly, Mike patted Lenny on the back again and then headed down the embankment to satisfy his needs.
Sprawled naked out on a blanket in the shade, Millie waited for the next cock of the morning. The fact that it would be Big Mike sent a shiver of expectation through her. The shirtless sweating man came ever closer. She glanced past him momentarily and saw her husband standing idle and watching them, and then her gaze returned to the man who had promised and actively sought to give the one thing she wanted more than anything else, a baby. A baby to hold and to love, a baby to suckle at her breasts, a baby to fulfill her as a woman and a baby to make her a complete woman.
Big Mike stopped at the edge of the blanket and smiling down at the woman, began unbuckling his pants. He took his time disrobing, studying Millie's sweat covered tits and her lewdly displayed hairy cunt; a cunt that was swollen and oozing sperm that ran down her ass crack.
As Mike's buttocks came into view, Lenny put his head down and turned his attention back to his work. A shadow crossed his own shadow and stopped. Looking up he saw Rodger.
"Boss wants you to watch, Lenny."
"Why?"
"You'll see. He said for you to take a break and watch."
Lenny straightened up and resting on the shovel he had been wielding, looked over to where he knew his wife was. She was on all fours, head down on the blanket, ass high in the air. She was spreading open her ass checks.
Millie whimpered as she prepared to be anally debauched for the first time in her life, trusting that it was true when Mike told her, "It'll be a little uncomfortable for a moment, Millie, but then it start to feel real good. You're gonna love it, baby."
At the feel of the cold lube being worked into her hole, she jumped slightly. As Mike's fingers penetrated her anus for the second time this morning, she tried her best to relax, just as Mike instructed her. She expected Mike to finger her butt for a long time, just like he did during this morning's ride out to the worksite, but he didn't. Next she felt something the size of a plum, snuggle into her greased hole. "Oh, god," she whispered as the pressure against her anus increased. "Oh, god... Oh, god... Oh god..."
Her eyes went wide as her anus opened and Mike's cock head popped inside her. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned.
"There, there, there, baby. The worst is over. Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Millie shook her head in agreement and grunted as the cock pushed up inside her.
Mike was surprised that she didn't cry out from the shock of the initial penetration. Of course he wasn't that deep, not yet, but still in his experience, his big cock took some getting used to. Mike noted that she was panting, but she didn't seem to be in any pain. Then she surprised him again, by pushing her ass back and driving his cock into her gut another inch.
"You okay, baby?" he asked.
"It just feels kinda funny," she whispered. "God, I can feel every vein and... deeper, Mike, deeper... Ughn!"
"Oh yeah, I think you're a natural... you're really gonna love this, baby... Ready?"
She nodded uttering, "Uh, huh," and then her breath was taken away as Mike shoved his big cock all the way up inside her rectal passage. Mike paused, allowing her to catch her breath and stretch to fully accommodate him.
Up on the embankment Rodger quipped, "Guess he's up her ass."
Lenny heard the remark and knew it was true. Mike was up his Millie's ass. Standing motionless, Lenny's stare was transfixed on the motionless joined couple. After a moment, he saw Mike's hips begin to move, sodomizing his wife.
*****
Entering the small side office, Shelly turned and leaned back on the desk as the Bailiff closed the door, locking it behind him. With the deputy's eyes roving up and down her voluptuous body, Shelly arched her shoulders to emphasize her large tits. As she did, the lone button holding the straining white silk top together, popped open. Even knowing what a wanton slut she was, the immodest sexual display took the older man's breath away.
Inwardly, Shelly was amused at the man's reaction to the sudden display of her bare breasts. With a coquettish smile on her sultry lips, she watched as he took the few steps to bring him nearer to her.
"You wearing any panties, honey?" he asked as he tugged upward on the helm of her skirt. "No, I see that you're not," he observed as he exposed her shaven pussy. With his free hand, he tested between her legs and found her found her to be very wet and still leaking cum from her last and very recent encounter with Governor Speedy Hammonds. "You've just been fucked," he declared with a certainty. "You know, I don't think the Judge will mind, but if he does, well, he won't be able to tell..."
The Bailiff took a half step away from her. In a flash his trousers were down to his knees and his hard pecker was free and ready for some action. He took the half step back towards her and as he did, Shelly parted her legs to receive him. Moaning her approval, Shelly threw back her head as he abruptly thrust upward and entered her. "I just love getting fucked," she whispered as the man pumped into her while slobbering all over her tits.
******
Alone in his bookstore, David fretted about how he was going to be able to pay for the new mattress that had been foisted upon him that morning. "I can't afford that," he said in self-pity. "I don't have that kind of money." As he struggled to cope with this new and unexpected burden, his eyes caught sight of the DVD that Pastor Brown had given him yesterday. Suddenly, his finances didn't seem so hopeless after all.
*****
Shelly was urging, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" when the Bailiff began jerking, ejaculating into Shelly's cunt. His stiff rod quickly became flaccid and literally fell out her sopping fuck hole. With his heart still racing and his breath coming in ragged gasps, he unceremoniously pulled up his pants and tucked himself away, leaving Shelly still hanging on the edge.
"I didn't cum," she desperately whimpered.
"Next time, honey. Next time," came the empty insincere reply. Having gotten himself squared away, he grabbed a handful of brown paper towels from the stack he had brought in this morning and handed them to Shelly. "Here! Clean yourself up, slut." The bailiff smirked as the half naked slut dabbled at the creamy moisture smeared along the inside of her thighs.
"Don't you have something better than this?" she asked, glancing up just in time to see him slipping through the door. Having no other choice, she set about cleaning herself up with the rough industrial-strength paper towels from the men's room.
Closing the door to the small office behind him, the Bailiff saw the Governor's aide striding towards him with his new haircut, and with a look of satisfaction spread across his face.
"The Governor's inside waiting for you," informed the Bailiff.
The blissful glow faded from the aide's face. "How long has he been waiting?"
"Not long. He's in chatting with Judge Mecom. I was told the moment you arrived to see you in." The Bailiff then entered the Judge's chambers and announced the aide's arrival.
After no more than five minutes, the Governor emerged with his aide in tow. The Judge instructed the Bailiff to call Chester and have him bring the car around. Once the Governor was on his way, the Judge asked, "Where's my new assistant?"
"Assistant?"
"Yes, the girl that was just here. You know the one."
"Oh! Her! She's waiting in that office," replied the Bailiff.
"Very well, send her in."
The Bailiff popped his head through the office door and said, "Judge wants to see you."
Having done as best as she could with the mess between her legs, Shelly buttoned her blouse and was about to ask, "How do I look?" but the Bailiff was already gone. She looked about for a mirror to check her hair, but couldn't find one in the office. The Bailiff popped his head though the door again and barked, "The Judge is waiting! Get a move on it!"
A moment later, Shelly found herself standing before the Judge, flustered by being rushed and sensation that something was running down her leg. The Judge looked up from his desk and beamed, "Come closer my dear!" As Shelly took the first step forward, the Judge gushed, "You did an excellent job last evening entertaining the Governor. Most excellent! Thanks to you, we will be getting that highway bypass project moved up the list! Excellent job, my dear! Excellent job!" Shelly was pleased that she had done so well, but she had no idea what highway bypass project the Judge was referring to. "He was so taken by your charms, my dear, that he wants you to come up to the capitol next week."
Shelly frowned saying, "I don't have any way to get to the capitol. Luke's old truck..."
The Judge laughed, "Don't worry about any of that. Tell you what, how about if we get you a new car? Something sexy and reliable, and while we're at it, you have earned a raise!
"A raise?"
"Yes, an extra hundred dollars a week."
Shelly beamed a broad smile at the good news. The Judge continued, "The Governor and I have decided to put you on a special project."
"What kind of special project?"
"As a campaign liaison for both his and my reelection committees. There are any number of well-heeled businessmen around these parts that we need to bring to our side, and you're just the one to do that."
"At lunch today, we are going to meet with Dale Adams, President of the First National Bank."
"I met him yesterday," gushed Shelly, " when I was having my hair done."
"Excellent! That should help things along, I should think. Dale and I go way back," explained the Judge, "but he can be difficult at times and I need you to work your magic with him. Can you do that for me?"
"Sure... Yes, I can do that," she replied with confidence. She wrinkled her brow and asked, "What is it you want me to do?"
"Why screw him of course! Screw him until he's cross-eyed and his nuts ache. I want you to give him the best fuck he's had in years. When it's over, I want him falling all over himself to have another go at you."
"I had a dress sent over from Maxim's," he said holding up a flimsy red sequined number. "I wasn't sure what size you are, so I had them send over several. Why don't you step out of those clothes and we'll try them on."
Excited by the prospect of nice new clothes, Shelly quickly stripped off the outfit she'd been wearing since yesterday. Immediately the Judge noticed that the insides of her thighs were glistening. "My, my, my," he chuckled while running his fingers across her dampness. "The Governor did indeed have a good time with you. You know, before we accidently soil one of these new dresses, I think that maybe you should shower and freshen up."
The Judge licked his fingers and glanced at his watch. "You know, we have a little time before lunch, my dear. Why don't you come over here... That's it, lie across my desk." Running his hand across smooth moons of her ass he murmured throatily, "Hmmm, I swear, I don't know what part of you is the most delicious." She felt his hands spreading her cheeks apart, and then felt a finger rubbing lubricant into her anus. Then something bigger was pressing against her ass. Bracing herself, she relaxed as best she could. It came as no surprise when the Judge's cock slid inside her. "You know, I think I love your ass the best," he added huskily as he thrust deep into her. "Yes, you have a wonderful ass, my dear.... A most wonderful ass."
The Judge's chambers filled with the thudding sounds of sodomy, of soft teen buttocks meeting middle-aged paunch. The Judge set up a steady pace of sliding in and out of his Special Assistant's sweet ass. He wasn't rough or brutal in anyway, just perfunctory in his thrusting with the sole goal of getting his rocks off, a process that took less than three minutes. She felt a slight throbbing and then felt her rectal passage becoming extra slippery. His cock softened and then fell from her ass. His hands remained holding her hips as he basked in his post-orgasmic glow as Shelly felt a renewed trickling down her thigh.
A hand left her hip and she felt rather than saw the Judge reaching for the intercom. "Bailiff, will you step inside for a moment?"
"Yes, Judge," came the crackling reply. Immediately the Bailiff entered the chambers just in time to see the Judge zipping up behind the naked prostrate girl who was still bent over the desk.
"We have a luncheon appointment. Take her down to the showers so she can get freshened up. Have her back here no later than 11:30."
"Yes, sir," the deputy replied. "Come on, sweetheart, you heard the man," he said as he lifted her upright by the arm. Clad only in her high heels, Shelly was led out a back door and into a hallway.
"My clothes. I need my clothes," she protested as she was led through yet another door.
"What for?" replied the deputy. "You're going for a shower, not a reception." After several doors and various hallways, she found herself in a brightly lit vestibule that had bars at one end. On the other side was an overweight jailer who regarded Shelly with great deal of interest. His beady eyes crawled all over the naked girl who was now keenly aware of not only her nakedness, but her vulnerability too.
"Take this whore and give her a shower," said the bailiff to the jailer. The jailer disappeared behind a partition and moments later to a great clanking noise, the bars began sliding to one side to permit entry. The jailer reappeared. "Judge Mecom wants her back for 11:30 and cleaned up. You can have a little fun with her, but don't mess up her hair or her manicure, or there'll be hell to pay." The swarthy jailer nodded that he understood and with another nod of his head, indicated that she was to enter.
Timidly, Shelly stepped forward. At the threshold she turned back to the Bailiff who was hanging back. "Aren't you coming with me?" she asked hopefully.
"I'm not your babysitter, doll. Look, don't worry about a thing. Nothing's going to happen in there that hasn't happened to you already this morning. Now I've got to get back. I'll fetch you in forty minutes."
Walking in front of the jailer and entering the block of jail cells, the hoots and whistles quickly became a thunderous din in the close confines. Prisoners pressed against the bars to get a look at the heavenly female form being paraded before them. Cat calls of, "Look at those tits! Look at that ass! Hey, baby, wanna fuck?" and "How about a blowjob, baby?" echoed from the walls. As Shelly proceeded down the gauntlet, she nervously glanced from side to side. She'd never been in a place like this before, and it was frightening.
Suddenly from behind, she was pushed up against a jail cell. Hands reaching through the bars immediately grabbed her arms and then her breasts, holding her fast and facing away from the cell. The jailer grinned evilly and began unfastening his pants.
"Pigface's gonna do her! Pigface is gonna do her!" came a shout from across the walkway. The thunderous din became even louder as the prisoners shouted their encouragement. "Fuck her, Pigface! Fuck her!" went up the cry.
The jailer took his time, removing not only his pants, but his shoes and shirt as well, until he stood before her as naked as she was. He kicked at her ankles and as she spread, more hands came through the bars to grasp her ankles.
Shelly shuddered as the hog-jowled man licked his fat lips before helping himself to two handfuls of prime tit meat, replacing the hands that had already mauled her, his sweaty, acrid body aroma filling her nostrils. A hand that had been molesting her tits now found its way between her legs. Shelly gasped as the wandering fingers roughly penetrated her, driving into her vagina and mashing her clit. Shouts of "Fuck her, Pigface! Fuck her!" filled her ears.
Roughly sucking her tit, the jailer began rutting up against her. She felt the hand that had been finger fucking her disappear and then reappear, this time guiding the jailer's uncut cock to the entrance of her honey hole. Thrusting upward, her attacker's belly pressed against her and his cock entered her. As he rutted, his bubberous layers jiggled and shook. With some relief, Shelly felt the growing wetness in her cunt and knew the very moment that he had finished.
Having spent his seed, the jailer abruptly pulled away and roughly yanked her from the grip of the men holding her. There was a clanking noise behind her and then she was shoved into the cell. Immediately hands were all over her, spreading her open and holding her down as the first prisoner positioned himself to use her. In quick succession, the four men occupying the cell each fucked her, their level of excitement of having a girl to use insured that none of them lasted more than a few minutes.
Abruptly she was yanked up and led to the other side of the cellblock where a line of stiff cocks were out and pressed out through the bars. As the prisoners wanked and waited hopefully, Shelly was forced to lie down on the bare concrete floor with her side pressed against the bars. Again hands groped her big breasts through the bars and groped between her cum slickened legs and into her sopping sex. Looking up, she saw a thick gout of ejaculate issue from a jacking cock, the trajectory carrying it to splash across her heaving tits. Quickly the jailer placed his shirt over her coiffure so that her hair didn't get gooey. Another gout from a second wanking prisoner flew through the air and landed on her belly. Soon she was literally being rained upon as the masturbating men got off, taking hits all across her body and in her face while hands smeared the slime into her skin and worked it into her freshly fucked cunt. The cum-fest over, the jailer pulled her to her feet and frog marched her into the open shower at the end of the cellblock walkway. With her eyes watering and stinging from cum, she struggled to remove her high heels. She didn't know where the jailer came up with the shower cap, only that it was roughly pulled over her hair while a fat finger was shoved up her anus. The shock of the cold water cleared her mind and she found herself being roughly soaped down by the jailer, who lavished attention on her tits, her ass and then her cunt, as the shouts from the cellblock continued. As his fat fingers alternately plunged in and out of her cunt and bunghole, washing away the residue of sex, Shelly began to shudder as a climatic wave swept over her. She had needed to cum ever since the Bailiff took her in the side office and now she was getting the relief that she craved.
Having completed his duty, the jailer frog marched her dripping wet down the walkway again, parading her wet naked body to the hooting hoard. At the barred entry way into the cellblock they stopped. Glancing over at the clock, he saw he had at least five minutes before the bailiff arrived.
"Get down on your knees, whore," came the gravelly growling command. It was the first words she'd heard the jailer mutter. "Now suck me." Shelly grasped the offered cock and licked around the uncut head. "I said suck it!" was the response she got along with a slap to the back of her head.
Shelly worked the cock diligently. She didn't want the brutish man to slap or hit her again. She was working away, giving him the best blowjob she could offer when she heard the Bailiff's voice.
"I ain't done," replied the jailer in a rasping tone. "Just a minute. I'm getting' close. Yeah, Missy, suck my dick. Mmmm, you do suck cock good... Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhh!" Shelly was expecting a flood from the pulsating cock, but only received an acrid tasting trickle as the man's nuts hadn't time to fully replenish.
Pulling his spent cock from her mouth, the jailer went behind the partition and bars began to open. "Get up," ordered the Bailiff. "C'mon, get your ass up off the floor. You're gonna be late." Shelly rose to her feet and carrying her shoes in her hand, was led back through the maze of doors and hallways until she standing once again in the Judge's chambers.
"You certainly look refreshed, my dear," said the judge jovially. Thrusting out a slinky red dress. The judge ordered, "Here try this on." Shelly slipped the tiny dress over her head and pulled it into position. Two sizes too small, the glittering red fabric had a lot of give to it and molded onto her like a second skin while at the same time barely confining her tits. The judge studied his assistant and liked what he saw. "It's perfect! Simply perfect!" Shelly thought it perfect too as it was very revealing of her every curve.
The third pair of matching red slut-slippers was a good fit, even though she had difficulty standing in the exaggerated four-inch spiked heels, much less walking in them. The steep angle of the heels thrust her butt outwards; accentuating it, while at the same time causing her to arch her back, thrusting forward her tits.
"Old Dale is going to have a heart attack when he sees you, my dear," the Judge chuckled. "Now run along to the powder room and fix your makeup. Be ready to go in five minutes."
*****
It was already hot and it wasn't even noon yet. Following the lead of his two helpers, Jake stripped off his shirt in an attempt to stay cool. He grumbled that his father was too damned tight fisted to have the office A/C fixed, not that it did any good anywhere else in the warehouse. Still, he knew the old man would have a fit if he ever saw them, because it wasn't business-like to go around half naked. Jake didn't see what the big deal was about it as customers rarely came to the warehouse and he opted to stay as cool as possible.
Looking at the clock, he saw that it was still over an hour before it was time for him to knock off for lunch and pay Julia a little visit. In addition to the heat, he was more than ready to get out of there and get away from all the pissing and grumbling he's been forced to listen to for most of the morning. Earlier, Horsefly had been on cloud nine, boasting to his co-worker, Tyronne, about the pretty white girl Massa Jake had let him fuck last night and again this morning. After getting all the sordid details that Horsefly could provide, Tyronne became sullen and then jealous.
"It ain'ts fair," complained Tyronne to his boss. "Ah gots the senority, rounds here, not dat dumb nigger. It ain'ts fair!"
"Tyronne, let me give ya bit of advice," Jake began calmly. The restrained calm didn't last long as he immediately followed with an explosive, "Get the fuck out of my office!"
Tyronne slinked away, grumbling incoherently. Shaking his head in dismay, Jake mumbled, "Here I try to do right by Hoss and my other nigger gets uppity. What did I do to deserve this?" For the rest of the morning Jake had to endure Tyronne's incessant hostile glare and mumblings. Jake really had it when a scuffle broke out between the two black men.
Jake's attention was drawn away from the clock and his personnel problems when he heard the faint cry of a baby outside. Listening intently he realized that it was indeed a baby he was hearing and the crying was getting louder by the second. Then to his surprise, his wife opened the office door and stuck her head through. "Got a minute?" Toni asked her husband with a big smile.
"Yeah, sure," replied Jake curious as to just what in the hell was going on.
Toni pushed open the door and stepped in, followed immediately by a woman with a crying baby in her arms. Jake recognized the woman immediately. It was Megan, Toni's best friend and a great screw. Last time he saw her, she was screwing Luke and had resembled a heavily laden whale. That was just last week.
"Megan!" called out Jake with a genuine smile. He'd always liked this cunt and her indisputable eagerness for his cock. Megan returned his smile but didn't say a word as she took a seat in a straight chair, pulling out a milk bloated tit for the baby to suckle.
"Man, I'd sure like some of that," he quipped. Megan gave him a skewed smile, then pulled out her other tit and held it up offering it to him. Jake looked briefly at his wife and then back to Megan. "Well, I don't suppose it will spoil my lunch," he said with a grin as he rose from behind his desk.
Jake came around and took the offered milk jug in his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. To his delight, a thick stream of mother's milk shot from her nipple and wet his jeans. The next squeeze wasn't wasted, shooting directly into his wide-open mouth. A moment later, his lips had surrounded the fat teat and he was sucking a steady stream of milk from her bloated breast. She let him suckle for a few moments before she laughingly pushed his head away.
"Save some for the baby," Megan laughed.
"Lucky kid," he replied grinning. He made another move to latch his mouth on her tit, but Megan deftly deflected his playful attack while still managing to feed her baby.
"Boy or a girl?" Jake asked.
"He's swaddled in blue, dummy," answered his wife curtly.
"Oh, yeah. So what's her name?"
"For God's sake, Jake! It's a boy!" exclaimed Toni in exasperation. "I swear, sometimes you..."
"Just kidding," laughed Jake. "Cute kid, Megan. So what's the little bastard's name?"
"What do you want to name him?" she replied cryptically. Both women burst out in a fit of giggling.
"What do I have to do with it?" he replied not getting the joke.
"Everything. You have everything to do with it," replied Megan.
"What are ya talking about?"
"He's yours, Jake. He's your little bastard baby."
"How do ya know?" he answered suspiciously.
"He has your DNA, Jake," explained his wife. "He's your son."
Jake's eyes lit up. "My son! He's my son! Hot damn!!!!!!"
Horsefly and Tyronne heard the celebratory racket coming the office. They both smiled even though neither of them had a clue as to what had happened. All they knew was Jake was back in good humor and that was a mighty good thing as far as they were concerned.
****
By lunchtime, all three of Lenny's co-workers had had their dicks up Millie's ass. Mike had been right, she did love it! Now after all the food had been consumed, it was Lenny's turn at his wife. Being ever helpful, Mike had maneuvered her into a position where Millie could suck his cock when Lenny did her. Rodger too was helpful by straddling the woman's back and spreading open her ass cheeks for her husband.
Lenny was greeted with the sight of his wife's gaping asshole, enflamed and dripping a small stream of milky white liquid, mixed with fecal particles. Below that hung the distended flaps of her furry labia. Gleefully the husband took up position, and became to the fourth man to enjoy fucking her in the ass.
*****
Lunch came and went, without a thought about food or pussy crossing Jake's mind. All he cared about was holding his son... his son and occasionally getting a little treat from the mother's tit. It was the fulfillment of his most ardent wish, to have a child, his child and provide his own father with the heir that the old bastard was always harping about.
In the jubilant room full of smiling faces and joyous celebration, it was difficult to discern who was the happiest about the arrival of Megan's bundle of joy. Jake to be sure was elated. Toni too was happy, happy for Jake. She was happy for Megan too, and not just because her friend had had her baby, a beautiful healthy baby with all his fingers and toes intact. She was also happy for one of the same reasons Megan was happy. Jake would unhesitatingly and eagerly embrace the child as his own, help raise him, protect him, and provide for him as a father should. Had it not been Jake's baby, Megan would have been out on her own, struggling to support herself and her child.
All too soon for the proud new dad, the two women left. They had plenty to do. Jake helped them by offering one of his workers to help move Megan into the Stringer house, where the child would live with his mother, father and Aunt Toni.
Before she left, Toni took Jake aside to ask him the question that needed a straight honest answer. "You want me to leave? Move out and move on?" she asked fearing the answer.
In a rare moment of tenderness, Jake took his wife into his arms. "Toni, I couldn't live without ya. If ya leave, I'll come get ya, drag your ass home and give ya a hard fucking. You're not just a cunt to me, Toni. You're the love of my life."
Horsefly stuck his head in the office to ask about using the truck. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Jake with his pants down engaged in a conjugal moment with his wife bent over the desk. Surreptitiously he watched the married couple for a few minutes then stole away before he found himself in hot water, not that Jake would really give a damn what Horsefly saw.
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To be continued...