References: Door Locks and Daydreams, Jessie's 18th Birthday Party, and The Biker, chapter 02
It turns out that Jessie's party was overall a raging success. When Jack, Tracey, Lizzie, and Jessie came out of the house everyone cut loose. Jocelyn and Lizzie eat cake and mingle. Finally, declaring they have had enough, and they slip away, leaving the partying to the hard cores. The MILFS are loving the attention from the college guys. All tits are on full display. A few of the attractive ones got to visit the cabana tent! The hot tub had a waiting list for seats.
Tracey immediately went to find the quarterback; the same one Lizzie ripped her away from earlier. She recalls how hard his rod was in her grasp. Wanting to feel that big rigid cock throbbing inside her, feeling streams of hot thick cum plastering her deep inside was foremost on her mind. 'God Tracey, you're now officially self-identifying as a cougar, and I like it,' she amused herself.
She found him with Betsy. Betsy just started licking the head of his cock when Tracey taps her on the shoulder and says, "I'll handle this one from here Betsy!" Betsy scowls at her but backs away, as it is Tracy's party. Besides, there were plenty more college studs hanging at this get together.
Turns out The QB is a bust...well not really. It depends on your perspective. Tracey notices the signs that this guy was going to blow his load soon and nothing is going to stop it. Knowing she won't be getting his load the way she wants it, she grabs his precum dripping cock and rubs it between her tits, lubing her chest. She wraps her tits around his unit, spits on it, and says, "Fuck my tits stud!" About 10 strokes later, Tracey is the proud recipient of a fresh new pearl necklace.
She drags her fingers through his emissions and licks them coyly while watching him shake and strain to pump his last drop on her neck. She demands, "Clean it up sonny!" He dutifully licks his mess off her neck and tits. She instructs him to spit his still warm paste in her mouth. Tracey guides his fingers inside her trembling pussy.
She rides his fingers to a hard seething orgasm, her hands grabbing his head and smashing it into her tits. She explodes, squirting all over him and his hard again cock. This guy who thought he was quite the man with the ladies, was transported by this smoking hot 58-year-old tigress. Tracey licks his fingers and kisses him hard. She smiles, leaving him in a used and worthless sack of man meat. "That's something you won't learn in class baby," she whispers in his ear.
Tracey waltzes away in a brain numbed state of euphoria, her inner thighs dripping with her own liquid. 'Where's Jack?' she wonders, desiring his wet work clean up capabilities.
Jack cruises around, hanging mostly with the MILFS. 'I'd sure love to have a taste of Sarah over there,' he processes without moving his lips. Sarah, one of the MILFS, is around 35, athletic, blond, blue, the sweetest smile east of the Mississippi, and an ass that wont quit! Jack has always had a thing for her, imagining holding her ankles high in the air while he fucks her sweet pussy slow and deep, listening to her beg him to fuck her fast and hard. 'One day hopefully,' he muses.
He can't believe how much fucking, licking, and sucking is happening. 'Why did we not get this crowd together sooner?' he ponders, shaking his head.
With everyone pretty much satiated, the party breaks up about 2AM. Jack and Tracey go to bed agreeing, "We'll worry about the clean up tomorrow."
It's 7:30AM and Tracey sips her coffee at the kitchen table. Suddenly the back door opens, and Lizzie appears wearing an old button-up shirt of her fathers like a nightgown and nothing else but flipflops. Tracey notices that she must have just gotten up because her hair is a mess, and she looks somewhat frustrated, not completely awake.
"Good morning sunshine!" Tacey says with a smile.
Lizzie walks up and places her hands on Tracey's face. "I've had a miserable night. Where's Jack?" she states.
Tracey can tell by her demeaner that she wants a straight answer and no bs. She points down the hall and says, "Still sleeping."
Lizzie turns and walks down the hall. She stops in front of the door and kicks off her flipflops and unbuttons her shirt, letting it slide off her shoulders. It falls into a crumpled mess on the floor. She opens the door and enters the bedroom. Jack is sleeping on his belly. Her body shakes and tingles, knowing that finally, she is going to have his cock inside her, something she has craved since Jack first blew her a kiss that day when she was washing her car.
He planted a seed that has grown into a burning bush and now she wants him to extinguish the fire. Jessie got laid last night, which made her desire rage even more. She is happy for Jess, but her needs outweigh friendship at this point. Ever since Tracey showed her the daydream story, her soul lusts to feel him thrusting inside her. Her crazed mind as well as her carnal appetite will be satisfied this morning, she avows.
Lifting the top sheet, she slides in against Jack. His body is warm, and she shivers deliciously. The glorious electrical spikes that vibrate through her continue nonstop. Slowly sliding on top of him, her taut belly fits perfectly in the curve of his lower back. Her feet slide softly up and down his hairy legs, her pussy dripping wet and eager. She runs her nails tenderly up his back and grasps his strong shoulders. She whispers in his ear, "Good Morning Jack. it's my turn for you to fuck me baby."
Jack stirs, feeling her gorgeous body on top of him. Her breathy voice in his ear and her panting softly on his neck stirs his fire. He groans and tries to turn over saying, "Mmmmm, Tracey, I love when you wake me up this way sweets."
Lizzie lifts herself up on all fours to allow him to rotate. Jack rolls over, sensing his cock growing rapidly, his glorious hard wood morning condition. His eyes adjust and he realizes, it's not Tracey. The delirium spikes, hitting him like a dump truck, viciously and primally! "Jesus Lizzie!"
Lizzie grabs his wrists and pins them over his shoulders. She kisses him and lowers her body onto his, pinning his hard cock against his belly, her juicy slot straddling it like a hot dog bun. The heat she feels is torturous; her pussy vibrates. Every one of her cells is on fire.
"Jack," she whispers in her sexiest tone. "I've been awake most of the night, going crazy because I thought we would fuck last night. Please Jack, fuck me baby. I want your hard cock so bad, darling. Don't fight me, Jack! I'm in charge now."
Lizzie pulls his arms down to his side. Jack doesn't offer a struggle because he recognizes that he is dealing with a woman possessed. He realizes she is not looking for an answer, just action. Plus, her demeanor is so titillating, as evidenced by his cock throbbing as if it wants to snap off and join forces with her.
Lizzie slowly crawls up Jack's chest till her pussy is right over his face. She moves his hands to her gorgeous ass and then slowly starts to swipe her pussy up and down Jack's face. Confident that Jack's hands are occupied, she runs her fingers through his hair, moaning loudly as she slides her clit and labia over his lips and tongue, riding his face sweetly. Lizzie had never experienced anything like this before. The fireworks going off in her brain are loud and insanely hot.
Lizzie recognizes that the college boys just want a piece of ass and quick cum job. She hasn't met one that is willing to suck and lick her pussy, let alone do it with a bit of skill. She knows Jack loves it though. He wrote it in their story and Tracey has confirmed it numerous times to her. 'He's so fucking good Lizzie,' she recalls Tracey advising her.
