Stationary and borderline unblinking, Robert stood rooted like a gargoyle before the living room window, gawking vigilantly through the large pane of glass. Obscured by the solar flares bouncing off the surface from the other side, he had resided there unashamed for an undefined time, cheeks heated, and a salivating mouth gaping open.
So invested was Rob in his pursuits, that he neglected to guard his rear. From behind crept a 5'4", dark-blonde, hazel-eyed predator and wrapped her paws around the unsuspecting victim.
"And what do we have here?" Purred Nicole, a triumphant grin plastered across her gorgeous face. "Perving over some teenage girls, are we?"
Rob startled back alive, shame overtaking him. "N- no, I- I..."
"Babe, chill!" Nicole giggles sliding her fingers down his waist and prodding at his semi-erect member through his pants. "Did you really think I'd be mad?"
"N- no, I- I just..." Robert stutters, his pulse still emulating the aura of a frightened rabbit. "You just scared the shit out of me!"
Nicole giggles again, slowly undoing her husband's fly. Even at 37, she was keeping up with her workout routine, sporting a toned body and a round ass. Save some wrinkles and a different hairdo, she was damn near a carbon copy of the teenager he had first felt in love with. "So, anything particular in our backyard that caught your interest?"
Robert grunts as his wife liberates his penis and slowly begins to stroke the twitching manhood, his gaze again tempted by the display outside the window.
On the patio, in the sizzling summer heat, lay not one, but three eighteen-year-old girls. Having invested in a large, inflatable pool this year, their daughter had required little effort to persuade her two best friends to come hang out.
Rob had not even intended to spy on them, yet he had ended up before the window anyway, watching the trio go from playing in the pool in their bikinis to marinating in the sun.
On the left rested Millie; a short, chestnut-haired little thing riding that delicate curvy line between chubby and thick, with wide hips and knockers you could rest a toddler on top of. To the right basked Brianna; a slender, milk-chocolate-skinned girl with dark curly hair, her modelesque frame perfectly supporting a small, tight butt and A-cup tits.
Finally, center stage, sunbathed a 5'2" beauty, sporting her mother's exact plump lips and thin, slightly sharp nose. Nelly had hair forged from bright, shimmering gold, cute freckles vastly enhanced by the summer sun, and clear-blue eyes currently shielded behind some trendy-looking sunglasses; also being a sportsy little gremlin, their daughter's toned body, with muscly thighs and a firm ass, curved hips, visible abs, and round, perky breasts were nothing short of an erotic piece of art.
"What would you do to them?" Nicole sighs, her voice heated. She moves her soft hand faster across his shaft, her own gaze joining in caressing the three eighteen-year-olds.
"I want to use them," grunts Rob, letting his perverse lust spill out. "I want to make them all my slutty little whores!"
Robert himself was a 6'1", 38-year-old man with a handsome face, short dark hair, brown eyes, and a trimmed beard. Although he maintained a fair bit of muscle across the arms thanks to his job, he was not as active as his wife and daughter and had slowly begun accumulating a bit of a gut.
"God yes!" Nicole sighs, sliding her free hand down her trousers to send waves of pleasure through her own hot body as well. "Mmm, I want to see you fuck Millie's fat tits and slutty mouth... Aaahh... A- and see your thick w- white cock stretch Brianna's tight l- little... MmAahh... black pussy!"
Rob moans loudly, his dick twitching between his wife's fingers, his eyes caressing whatever she described.
"Or w- would you just go straight for your d- daughter wet fuckhole?" Nicole grunts, lost in dirty pleasure. "And make her c- cum all over your fat rod... AAahh... before you pump her f- full of your sticky daddy-cream and... MMmhh... m- make her little friends lick her pussy clean?"
"AAh fuuck Nicole, I'm gonna cum!" moans Rob.
As if Satan himself had intervened, the caressing hand vanishes, and the pleasure stops. His dick is left to twitch furiously in the empty air, searching futilely for that final bit of friction to goad the orgasm to completion.
A guttural lament of frustration leaves Robert's throat.
"Oh, don't be a baby," Nicole teases, pulling her hand out of her pants and setting off towards the kitchen. "Did you really think I'd let you waste all that amazing cum on the houseplants?"
Rob's torment becomes a lustful fire anew, sensing what's coming. He quickly pursues his wife into the next room, his stiff penis bobbing merrily as he walks. On the kitchen counter, he quickly discovers evidence to support his thesis; freshly baked cinnamon buns.
"See, I was baking for us all to have something to snack on, but there's one thing missing."
Rob's pulse was thumping, his dick swelling, certain he knew the perverse answer. "G- glaze?"
"Mhmm!" Nicole smiles, biting her lip seductively.
"You're not even gonna hide it in the dough or the filling? Don't you think she's going to notice?"
"Oh, please!" Nicole smiles. "We've been feeding Nelly your cream for three weeks straight, she's practically addicted to it. Though I can't guarantee Millie or Brianna's reactions of course."
"What?" Rob's eyes widened, watching his wife put three still lukewarm buns on a plate and place it on the table. "You're not going to...?"
"No, but WE are!" Nicole grins, her eyes glittering with that deep, nasty lust of hers.
"But... But..." He stammered. The risk was immense.
"Just trust me," his wife soothes. She re-wraps her soft fingers around his rock-hard erection.
"Aahh..." He sighs as Nicole again begins to jerk him off, knowing exactly how to please her husband.
"Mm, cum for me, baby," she coaxes, slipping her other hand back down to her dripping slit. "I want to watch my big, strong man feed... Mmaah... all three of those cute little teens with your thick, yummy cream!"
"AAhh fuck, Nicole, I'm gonna cum!"
"Yes, baby, give me your hot load!" Moans Nicole, pumping her husband as fast as she can.
"AAAHHHH YEEEEES!" Growls Robert, his body tensing as a flood of pleasure overtakes him.
The waves ripple through his body, past his contracting balls, and out his fat cock. With every new throb, he grunts, the pleasure multiplying from watching every new pump of hot sperm splash across the buns. Finally, as the orgasm slowly fizzles out, Nicole lifts the closest pastry off the plate and straight up wipes her husband's cock with it, gathering up the last few sticky dribbles.
"That one's for Nelly," she smiles, and sets it down with a slight gap from the other two, to make them easily distinguishable. "Now, let's-"
"Not so fast," says Rob, reeling the woman in, coping a feel of her slightly cone-shaped B-cups. "We are NOT done!"
"What do you mean?" She giggles playfully in his arms, her voice brimming with anticipation.
"If we're doing this, you're going to be a part of it too!"
"What do you mean?" She asks again, this time genuinely confused.
