Mind. Blown.

“OK, stud, lie on your back with your calves up on the bed,” Jessie commanded. That sounded odd, but I wasn’t about to argue. The bed was higher than average—I don’t know if it had longer legs or just a thicker mattress—so with my legs up there, my hips were off the floor. “That’s it, Mike, just let me shift you a little,” she continued, and had me slide a little closer to the bed. This rotated my hips a little; I looked toward them for a minute and saw my throbbing erection more or less level with the floor, though it bounced and bobbed around a little. Jessie gave it a hungry grin, then turned and straddled my hips. She shifted back until my cockhead was resting beneath her twat and I could feel her juices on the sensitive skin of my glans.

I probably should have had some idea what she was going to do next, but I didn’t see it coming. Or perhaps I should say, I didn’t see THEM coming. Jessie leaned forward and landed on all fours, dropping her big, sweet caramels right in my face. I was so surprised, I froze up. She shimmied her shoulders, buffeting and stroking my face with her magnificent tits. “You like that, don’t you Mike,” she purred with complete certainty. “I learned this from a boyfriend who seriously loved my tits. I watched you with Traci’s tits, and Marisa’s tits, and I bet you’re even more of a tit man than he was.” She reached back to grab my cock, lined it up with the mouth of her fucktunnel, and rocked back just enough to swallow the tip with her tight, wet heat. I moaned, and she continued, “So you worship my tits—and by the way, I’m so horny by now, you can go to town. Do whatever pleases you, because it will definitely please me. And I’ll show you what I can do with a cock.”

Jessie rocked back hard, rolling her hips at the end so she could take my prick all the way to the balls. I think I was as deep in her as I had been in Traci, and we both groaned at the feeling. “Ooooh,” I heard Marisa say. “I’m going to have to take notes.” When Jessie started fucking me in earnest, her big melons started swinging, and I did what any red-blooded tit-loving American male (is that redundant?) would do: I went crazy. I grabbed them, one in each hand, and started devouring them. I sucked one nipple into my mouth, thumbing the other one vigorously to keep it from feeling neglected. Jessie gasped and said, “That’s right, brother. Suck ’em hard.”

I took her nipple deep, filling as much of my mouth with her sweet caramel flesh as I could, stroking my tongue all over; then I pulled her tit out until only its puffy, swollen peak was between my lips, kissing it and stroking it with my tongue. I suckled on it like a baby, which really made her moan, then bit down lightly on its base and flicked it with the tip of my tongue. I shifted my grip on her other tit, meanwhile, and pinched its puffy nipple between my tongue and forefinger before rolling it around.

Jessie moaned as she fucked me and moaned as I feasted on her tits. She kept moving faster and faster, but she wasn’t just rocking back and forth. She was rolling and flexing her hips and wiggling her ass side to side, fucking my cock in three dimensions at once. The only constant was that every time she bottomed out on me, she rolled her hips forward to line up my shaft perfectly with her love canal so that she could take me as deep as I could go. I had no words for how it felt, but her motions kept sending sharp spikes of intense pleasure through me—and my orgasm was still building in my nearly-drained balls. My gasps and moans kept interrupting my titfeast, but that didn’t seem to bother her at all; they only spurred her on.

“Ohh, Mike,” Jessie moaned from above me. “Your cock is perfect. You fill me up just right—your fuckpole was just made for my pussy. Cum inside me, brother. Let me feel your cum painting my cunt.” She started squeezing my cock with her pussy walls as she fucked me, and I was finally getting close. I decided to do what I’d done with Marisa, more or less. I crammed both her nipples in my mouth and sucked hard, lashing them with my tongue; since she’d liked the teeth earlier, I bit down on them gently as well.

Cramming my face with Jessie’s amazing tits was supposed to set her off, but it set me off, too. A guttural sound tore free from my throat and my hips bucked, and I exploded into my step-sister’s womb, blasting cum into her like a rocket launched from a tube. “Yeah, Mike,” she panted, “cum in me—cum in meeEEEE!” She threw her head back and screamed, the sound of her pleasure and triumph echoing off the walls, as she went off on my cock like a bomb. She squeezed my rod so hard, I greyed out for a moment, then saw stars.

Both our climaxes took longer than I thought they were supposed to, passing in waves like the storm surge of a hurricane. Finally, my body relaxed in earnest as Jessie’s did. I couldn’t exactly slump, but she could, on top of me. At first, it was awkward, because I was still pretty hard, and it held her ass in the air. As I deflated, she slipped off and shifted around until she was lying beside and across me, her stunning tits pressed against my chest and her head on my shoulder. Traci and Marisa dropped to their knees on either side of us, coming into my field of vision, faces flushed and panting hard. Apparently, they’d just been watching us and frigging themselves; clearly, that had been more than enough for them.

Jessie lifted her head, looked from one to the other, and said, “Ohh, girls, that was good.” She kissed me and said, “If you’re this good now, by the time we get done with you, you’ll be able to have any woman you want. Eat her out and fuck her once, and she’ll be yours forever.” She grinned. “Assuming we don’t keep you for ourselves, that is.”

The thought was arousing, except I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to keep three women with their sex drives satisfied. For now, though, we were all in need of sleep. I barely made it to my own bed before collapsing. The next thing I knew, it was morning.