"Start with a blowjob, and then I'll decide on what I want next."

"Unless you're busy, of course."

"I'm not busy if you need me." Betty replies brightly and lets go of the shopping bag in her hand, letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor.

"Do I have to be gentle?"

"I'm healthy and so are the babies, hon. You can push me down and fuck me for hours, but you're sweet for asking." Betty pulls her large, slightly sagging breasts free of her tank top. Your mouth waters at the sight of her puffy, slighty darkened areola on the creamy globes of flesh.

"Babies, huh? Congratulations." You unfasten your pants and your cock springs free, bobbing in front of the woman's face menacingly.

"Oooh. A big one!" Betty bites her lower lip. "Um, yeah. Triplets are sort of the trend right now, right?"

_Trend? You can decide how many you concieve?_ You decide to investigate Betty's words later. Asking her might just weird her out.

You lean against the counter and, as she leans forward and wraps her lips around your cock, let out a soft sigh.

"That's nice," you mutter as she slowly works you deeper into her mouth, lubricating your cock with her saliva. Then you feel her push her face forward, knocking your knob against the back of her throat.

"She never could resist a big one." You turn your head slightly and realise that it was her husband who grunted those words to you. "Bring her over, will ya kid? Where I can see her."

"Alright." Why not? You hold onto Betty's hair and walk forward. The girl crawls backward, following your steps until you stop where her husband has a good view of her **** on your meat.

"You can really give it to her, you know," the husband grunts as she redoubles his efforts on the girl he's pumping into. "She loves it rough. Our sons and I do it all the time."

"Heh. She did say she could take it for hours." You shake your head, surprised by how comfortable you feel having this conversation. Maybe its the natural lewdness of the world having its effect on you.

"Oh, she can." The husband groans, flipping the young girl onto her back quickly. "We've got strong twin boys, and we hardly have to look elsewhere for satisfaction. A born whore, just like her mother. I'm Harold, by the way."

"Name's John. John Doe." Betty lets out a guttural moan as you grab her by the hair and thrust forward, plunging your cock deep into her throat in one thrust.

"See? She's not one of those terrible prudes you see around town- Betty here's known the joys of womanhood since she was eighteen." Harold chuckles, his thrusts growing fiercer as he watches you fuck his wife's face. "I taught her when she turned eighteen, and she taught our sons when they turned eighteen. An excellent mother, she is."

A red flush comes over Betty's face, but you doubt it's from the fact that you're ramming your cock down her throat.

"You taught her, eh?"

"Like any good father should," Harold lets out a loud grunt and slams his hips forward. He wraps his hands around the employee's waist and angles her hips upwards. "Bare those eggs for me, honey."

Your own cock throbs at his actions, but the girl lets out a soft whimper.

"Sorry, sir." She turns her face and gives the man an apologetic smile.

"You're wasting the best years of your life, girl." Harold urges the girl.

"I've got a husband. We're not ready for kids."

"See? Prudes," Harold sighs with genuine regret as he pulls back and smacks the girl on her rear. "You'd never hear of any Cummings girl wasting her eggs... Wasting a man's seed, by God!"

You're confused, but you pound hard and fast into Betty's face regardless. Your pleasure spikes, and you start to spew your thick, hot load down Betty's throat.