Party Time with Lillian & X - Anal with Mrs. Travers - A Mother & Daughter Bedroom Excursion
On returning home to Savannah, I realized I had a little over a month before departing for Athens and the start of my collegiate career. My mother had told me that 'I would need at least a week to find appropriate accommodations for living quarters.' This meant that I would be looking at condos and town houses instead of taking Alice to various love nests around Savannah.
With respect to Alice, another problem arose. I should have anticipated that her parents would be pissed at her taking off for the weekend against their wishes. Alice was grounded for a month, and even though she was eighteen, she had no way of supporting herself, not having found a job after graduating, and so she was compelled to live under their roof and follow their rules.
In some ways this was a relief to me, and in others a loss, as I did miss fucking her senseless whenever we got together. Then too, I couldn't get that remark her cousin Ronnie had made: "She wants to have your baby," out of my mind.
That left Lillian, who I quickly learned would make herself available to me anytime I wanted, her boyfriend, Phil be damned. At least that's what she told me.
So I arranged to pick her up around two in the afternoon-she had a date that night with Phil-go figure.
Lillian and I had a mutual respect for one another. She maintained that I understood her, whereas Phil didn't have a clue as to what she really wanted in a fuck.
I took this to mean that she liked it when I called her a slut, or "You're my fine hole, all pussy and nothing else, just a big pulsing cunt."
Anyway, this one afternoon we're in my favorite motel getting it on, sweat flying off of us, her screaming so loud my ears are ringing. Lillian's on her stomach and I'm putting my back into it, balls slapping her clit, while she's begging me not to stop. Of course since I aim to please, I tried my best to oblige her.
Lillian's just about flattened into the mattress from our hard fucking, but I needed her ass raised in order to get my entire dick in there, so I put an arm around her shoulder to prop her up only to have her pop my thumb in her mouth.
Lillian's suddenly sucking away on it like it's my dick, and I thought about it before yanking it out of her mouth and finally decided to see where it led. So I whispered, "Blow me while I fuck you. Imagine two guys doing you at one time."
She went wild. Her head was bobbing crazily-her eyes were rolled up so only the whites were showing, and her ass was heaving under me and we're immersed in a fucking frenzy. I kept on feeding her shit, telling her how much I want to see her mouth get around something thick, dark and juicy; turning this into a fantasy we'll both remember for some time to come.
We were both slippery, shaking and screaming when we came together.
Afterward, Lillian asked me how I would feel if we added another guy to one of our afternoon delights. I had no problem as long as it wasn't Phil. He might present a problem although we'd already had a four-some on Prom Night.
It was Lillian who suggested someone other than her boyfriend. She said that he had mentioned marriage, and that she preferred to keep him out of any extra-curricular activities we had going on.
That suited me, and when Lillian called to tell me about a party that night, I figured that she had her three-some in mind and agreed to take her.
To my surprise she offered me some X when I picked her up. She was wearing the tightest outfit I'd ever seen a woman wear, skintight, cinched by a belt but with her top open so even a blind man can see most of her tits. But I was hyped by the time we got to the party that I didn't care that every guy would be hitting on her.
Fortunately, the party was in full swing when we arrived; strobe lights pulsing; the rapper on vinyl had the speakers throbbing and the floor shaking. There were twice as many Blacks as Whites getting down to 'Nigguhs an' Bitches,' with the dancer's hands waving and signing while their heads bobbed wildly.
While I took in the scene, Lillian made her way back to the kitchen where she started talking with a woman I was to learn was our host. Her name was Ursula and she was having trouble taking her eyes off Lillian's tits.
I think she spotted me headed her way and for some reason scooted out the back door after saying something to Ursula. I past the hostess with a quick "Hello-goodbye I'm after Lillian, you know, the one with the tits you can't take your eyes off," and fairly flew (or at least thought I was flying) down some steps and found myself in the backyard with a cluster of Black dudes swigging long-necked Buds.
I nodded at them as I tried to get my bearings, then spied Lillian's ass in that tight outfit and headed toward her.
Only to run into a huge dude named Anthony, or at least that's what it says across the T-shirt he's wearing.
"S'up?" he asks.
"Um, I-I'm looking for my girl. Found her too-right over there, in the tight outfit."
By this time the X is working its fullest on me, and I can't do much more than mumble a reply to anything put to me. Furthermore, I'm dying of thirst. Anthony offered me a long-neck and I started swigging it down non-stop.
Anthony is laughing at me and has his arm around Lillian. I notice Lillian's laughing too; and hear her say, "He's perfect, Donnie. Where'd you find him?"
My world's spinning out of control as I glance at Anthony who is adjusting his crotch while Lillian looks on with an amused expression on her face.
"He's as big as you, right, Donnie? I want him to be big or bigger."
"Yeah, at least as big," I tell her, while Anthony gives me a 'what the fuck?' look.
"There a place with some privacy round here, Anthony?" I ask.
Tossing his empty long-neck against a wooden fence, he turned away from us, looked back and said, "Follow me!"
Seconds later all three of us are in what I can only call some type shed. Anyone interested in looking in can see what's going on, but apparently in this section of town, people don't look-it only means trouble.
Lillian shimmied her dress up to her waist. She's panty-less. Then using one hand, she slowly flipped each breast out of her top, leaving them supported by the material of the dress.
Anthony moved behind her and laid some sloppy, wet kisses on her neck while mauling her breasts. Lillian went limp as I kissed her on the mouth and stuffed my tongue down her throat.
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Anthony proves to be a team player, offering me a jutting nipple to suck on after the kiss ended. Lillian fingered her pussy trying to get one off before we touched her there. Anthony slid down her body until he faced her cooze. Unperturbed, Lillian offered her wet fingers to his mouth and he eagerly sucked them clean.
Lillian began to moan and didn't stop until she had a big juicy cock in her mouth, and then she hummed as she blew us. That's right; she took on two big dicks, one Black, one White, and sucked them until her face was covered with our comingled jizm.
Anthony was one fuckin' dude. As soon as he finished cumming on her face, he dropped to his knees, and holding her by the cheeks of her ass, ate her to several loud orgasms that buckled Lillian's knees. Anthony held her up and went on eating her.
The ecstasy began affecting me. I found myself fascinated with his cock and started to blow him, kneeling on the filthy flooring, fondling his balls and tickling his asshole while he continued his gobbling away at Lillian's snatch.
Lillian's blubbering, going on about how she's still cumming and will probably end up cumming all over everyone in a great flood.
I release Anthony's heavy dick and he turned, grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up a little so she can slide back and forth along his slick length getting it even wetter. Lillian started to shake.
At first I thought it was Anthony cumming but I quickly realized Lillian meant what she'd just said. Suddenly I felt and then saw a piss-like stream spurting from her cunt. Anthony positioned himself so that he could catch some of it in his mouth. I joined him and soon was drinking whatever the fuck it was that Lillian was spewing out.
"Oh, God, Oh, God," she gasps. "This is so fucking hot. I've never done anything close to this."
Well, I couldn't speak for Anthony, but it was a first for me too.
Anthony started laughing. "Yo, yo, look 'it! The White bitch cumming like a two dollah ho."
"Ohhhhhh," Lillian moaned as she sank to her knees. Her cum covered face was already beginning to cake on it.
I made an attempt to help her up, but she pulled away from me, crying out, "Leave me be, God damnit!"
I released my grip and she went back down on her knees. "Go on, Donnie, blow the Black guy. See if you can handle that licorice stick of his!"
I demurred and turned away.
Anthony got pissed off and turned on her, not because I turned him down but more likely because he didn't like the idea of her taking control.
"I'll slap you from here to Atlanta, bitch-Don't think I'm gonna suck his dick. He placed a large hand on her shoulder and pushed her so hard she fell on her ass.
"You do it! Suck him off while I watch."
"Hey, Anthony, my man," I hear myself say, wondering what the hell I'm doing trying to talk jive like him. At any rate, once Lillian commenced blowing me, he left us, walking off to join the party once more.
Taking me from her mouth, Lillian started crying. "I didn't mean to piss everyone off. Honest to God I didn't!"
The entire situation had caught me off-guard and I can only blame the X for what I did next. I grabbed Lillian around the waist hard enough to take her breath away and perched her on a high, narrow shelf in the shed where no one at the party would see or give a shit if they did.
I squeezed one of her breasts.
"That hurts, damn it!" She tried to slap my hand away.
I smothered her cum caked face with kisses and she melted in my arms, crooning in my ear:
"Anything ... anything you want, Donnie. I love you, sweetie!"
I snarled my reply. "Don't give me that emotional bullshit. It sounds ridiculous coming out of your mouth."
"It's true! Really, it's true. My God you make-you make my titties sizzle, kissin' me like that!"
That line had my cock sizzling, so there was a certain merit in her choice of words. I began to calm down-was it the X wearing off, or my self-control returning? I never figured it out.
I snickered into her neck, "Some flood you had back there."
