Cherry Skrew saw how much her mom appreciated Rhod's efforts

"I hope you don't mind that I watched," said Cherry Skrew, as she stepped out of the house.

"Oh, Cherry, I, um," stammered the young woman's mother, still quite flustered after her activity with Rhod. "Your father might get jealous."

"Don't worry mom," Cherry said rolling her eyes. "I get it sometimes you just need a man to help you out. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Plus I don't think Dad has a tool that big. I may be young, but I'm not that young."

Rhod looked at Cherry and thought about what she'd said. She was indeed quite young, having only just turned eighteen, five years ago. His gaze shifted to his stiff and glistening rod which he'd just pulled out of Mrs. Skrew's clam. The young woman didn't seem all that put off by their display, even intrigued by it, but there was a nervous energy about her. "Can I help you with something?" he asked once he realized she was looking at his rod as well.

"Um, you totally can actually," she **** herself to say, while fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. Then as quickly as she could (to avoid having second thoughts) she presented a tight little taco to Rhod. Obviously there was no underwear obscuring her treat. "Do you like it?" she asked, and sheepishly admitted, "you're kinda the first guy that's seen it, let alone done anything."

Rhod looked at the displayed folds. It was a tasty sight and very aromatic; he could easily smell it. He adjusted his grip on his hard shaft while nodding his approval.

"I'm worried it's too tight, and that nothing will fit in it. Do you think you could do the same for me? Like you did for my mom I mean. You'll have to be gentle at first, but I think my taco can take it rough after a bit."

Rhod grinned hungrily and said, "don't worry I'll make it fit." He placed one hand on her shoulder while with the other he aimed his thick shaft right at the presented taco. Cherry bit her lip nervously, but gasped with delight as Rhod's rod slowly penetrated her meat. Rhod went in only half way on the first thrust before pulling back, his shaft now decorated with a thin red substance.

"Oh wow," exclaimed Mrs. Skrew, before sheepishly looking away, embarrassed by how much she enjoyed the display.

"You know Daddy's gonna notice your clam's a bit looser now," grunted Cherry as Rhod penetrated her taco once again. "Maybe I should tell him," she laughed between gasps, "that Mr. Axel did it, and then he utterly destroyed my previously untouched taco."

"Ha, that's a thought," agreed Ms. Broadchest watching as intently as Mrs. Skrew but unabashedly. She tightly grabbed and stroked her bare jugs while her young neighbor's taco was stretched to accomodate the large shaft. "Mr. Skrew really wants to be the only one doing that kind of thing for you right, Anita?"

Anita was blushing rather red now, and she slowly slid three fingers into her clam.

"You know he, oof," Cherry seemed ready to continue teasing her mother, but as Rhod started ramming her taco harder and harder until she could barely do more than grunt and moan. She probably would have fallen over if Rhod didn't have such a tight grip on her. A shen of sweat soon glistened across the young woman from the effort of thrusting in unison with Rhod. "Oh, Ms. Broadchest, p-please," sthe stammered between pants, "I'm so thirsty, can I s-suck on your jugs."

"I don't think there's any milk in them," Ms. Broadchest said with a laugh, "but you're welcome to try." She brought one of her hefty jugs to Cherry's lips, and the young woman greedily slurped and licked the presented tip.

The display of Cherry sucking on Ms. Broadchest's jugs while he rearranged her fresh taco, proved to be enough for Rhod's rod. Much like when he'd assisted her mother, a surge of goo shot from his shaft. "I've heard of this stuff," said the young woman. "But that's quite a lot," she added with astonishment as the excess dripped from her taco. She turned to Rhod, beaming. "Thank you so much, Mr. Axle. I should be able to fit all kinds of fun stuff in my taco now." She flung her arms around Rhod and squeezed him tightly, incidentally rubbing her young body against his impressive shaft.

Ms. Broadchest stepped back, seemingly a little breathless (even though she didn't do much). As he watched her, Rhod realised a small crowd of people had formed surprisingly quickly. He felt a strange surge of pride knowing that'd just witnessed what he'd done for Cherry. A few of the onlookers steadied Ms. Broadchest who'd absently backed into them. They were quick to help her hold her jugs (which are quite large).

But one person didn't seem particularly interested in Ms. Broadchest and instead stepped forward to ask a question.