The Night Before Pt. 2 - Meal Prep

Your eyes shut while pure bliss consumes you. At the same time, moans of pleasure escape your mouth.

"Aaahhh, fuck yea! That's so fucking good!"

Your groans are more like yells, but they're drowned by a chorus of gagging, slurping, and gurgling sounds. However, the sensual noises only add to your arousal and enthusiasm as you continue to holler.

"Damn Karla, your mouth feels so fucking good!"

Closing your eyes helps your other senses stand out. Although, the only sense you're really interested in is touch. That's because Karla's vigorously sucking your cock as you lightly grab two fistfuls of her reddish-brown hair.

Over the last seven minutes or so, you've been letting the woman blow you at her own pace. That's primarily because your lack of experience makes just receiving a blowjob too overwhelming to move. Karla's apparent mastery of blowjobs is the other reason. The woman's sucking your dick at a high speed without sacrificing her tongue's technique. It's so good that you're not sure if controlling her head would increase or lower your pleasure.

After a few seconds of questioning whether or not push down on her head, instinct decides for you. Suddenly, the grip on her hair tightens while your head snaps downward. Your eyes open to find the face of a grown woman, covered in spit, plunging her face into your crotch. She's keeping her eyes shut tight in an attempt to concentrate on maximizing your pleasure.

"Oh shit! I don't know how your pussy's gonna beat your mouth! I bet I can even pound it just as hard!"

Your wager was not intended to be an actual challenge. Not to mention that the only person around that could take you up on it is currently incapable of speech.

Up until this point, you were standing still while allowing Karla to suck your dick. Now, the combination of your words and quickly approaching orgasm is driving you mad with lust. Lost in the sensation, your hips fire off into a rapid humping motion. Your hands push and pull Karla's head up and down the entirety of your cock.

Despite being thrown into a sexual frenzy, a new thought abruptly enters your mind. You lift your head and look towards a glass sliding door located in the back of the kitchen. Then you begin yelling at the top of your lungs in order to overpower Karla's slobbery soundtrack.

"Max! Get the salad! I'm not gonna last much longer!"

Max swoops under the porch light from the right side of the deck. He hastily slides open the glass door and rushes towards you while holding a spatula. He makes a quick stop at the counter, trading his utensil for a large bowl of salad, before approaching you.

"It's ready and waiting for your dressing, Chase. Should I hand it off to Karla? Or maybe-"

The man is cut off when you start grunting while Karla simultaneously belts out a loud gag from being pushed down on your cock. It's a strong enough feeling to look back down at her and speed up your humping.

"She's busy holding my cock in her throat. Just get down there and be ready to catch my load."

Max drops down to his knees without pausing or voicing a single complaint. This older man's only reaction to the demands is to patiently wait as your dick defiles his wife's face.

It's not long before you feel your balls tighten to signal your incoming cum shot.

"Bring the bowl up close! Oh fuck! I'm cumming!"

You pull your cock out of Karla's mouth, forcefully shoving her head away as you do so. Then you turn to point your dick at the bowl in her husband's hands. However, the first cum shot fires before you can angle your shaft downwards. As a result, Max gets hit with a rope of your seed right in between his eyes. He chooses to remain silent while you correct the trajectory and finish unloading into the salad.

When the last drop is milked out, you manage to speak before the man can mention the mess on his face.

"Holy shit. I've never cum that hard in my life. Karla sucked me off like a pro. Just look at her. She's exhausted!"

Max turns his head to join you in observing his wife. She's laying on the ground, with a face covered in sweat and slobber while struggling to catch her breadth. Now that your view is no longer limited to her face, you see that she's completely naked except for the tight pair of black bootie shorts hugging her prominent hips and plump ass.

You admire the woman's bare chest as it rises and falls with her breadth. After a moment, you hear Max's voice call out from your right side. It prompts your eyes to shift towards him.

"That's because you deserve only the best, Chase! From the way you fired, I'd say that's exactly what you got."

Now your attention is held by the man kneeling on the floor. Taking a quick scan of his body, you start at his face that's looking up at you with adoration. He doesn't seem to have any intent on wiping off your cum that's slowly dripping down from his nose. Then your gaze lowers to view Max's bare upper body. His shoulders, sculpted into solid spheres, are connected to arms bulging with muscle. His, slightly hairy, chest sports prominent pectorals. The abs on his toned stomach are well defined but just short of a six pack.

Finally, you look upon Max's lower body. Just as it's been since morning, his only clothing is a pink pair of panties wrapped snug around his crotch. The way he's sitting on his muscular thighs causes the material to stretch tighter, making his well endowed cock somehow seem bigger.

Seeing such a hyper masculine figure in this state gets a chuckle out of you before responding.

"Yea, no kidding. I couldn't stop myself from shooting before my cock was pointed down at the bowl. By the way, you've got some 'dressing' on your face. Make sure to wipe that off before you check on the steaks. I don't want any splooge dripping on my dinner."

As you finish voicing instructions, you notice that a peculiar look has formed on Max's face. His blank expression makes him appear to be locked in a trance. Panic was the first emotion to hit you. After all this time you spent playing god, you never stopped to consider if this power could break somebody's mind. You quickly turn to check on Karla, who's still panting on the floor. Then you shift back to Max and notice that his eyes are slightly darting from left to right.

After taking a second to track his gaze, you sigh and enjoy the sweet feeling of relief. Now aware of what's actually going on, you start to laugh at the misunderstanding and how the situation is barely less bizarre than you thought. A few moments pass before you manage to collect yourself and try regaining Max's attention.

"Hello? Earth to panty-boy. Are you listening to me? MAX!"

Your raised voice finally penetrates his state of intense concentration. His head jolts back a little and then proceeds to subtly shake free of the trance. Then Max's eyes shoot up to meet yours while his cheeks fill with a deep blush as he attempts to respond.

"Oh-um, excuse me. What were you saying? Sorry, I got a little lost in- eh.... in-"

Watching him struggle causes the smirk on your face to grow wider. Reaching down into your crotch, you grasp your recovering shaft. Then you decided to help Max with his explanation while wagging it around.

"In staring at my man-meat? It's alright, Max. I've been so busy with your wife that I forgot you're also attracted to me sexually. Now my cock's dangling in your face after blasting it with a cum shot. I bet you're thinking I look so yummy right now. No doubt you where daydreaming about how good it tastes."

The blush on his face intensifies upon hearing your words. Despite clearly feeling embarrassed, he can't help but go back to looking at your cock swing in front of him.

"Well.... it does look pretty yummy.... I never thought I was gay but you're just so fucking hot, Chase. It's getting hard to resist the urges I'm having.... I'd be lying if I said this was my first time thinking about your man-meat."

You shuffle a little closer to Max, grab onto his head by the hair, and slowly pull him towards your crotch. He feels shocked by your action, but it doesn't stop him from opening his mouth to accept your semi-hard member.

The man is surprised once again when you stop just when your cock is in front of his lips. You notice that he looks disappointed by your choice to reply verbally instead of thrusting your hips into his face.

"You're not gay, Max. I'm just the embodiment of perfection. Everyone's attracted to me sexually on some level. Naturally, that means even an alpha male like you is going to start having feelings for me after all these years. They've just been getting stronger recently since I've been around to rock out with my cock out."

You release his hair from your grip and take a step backwards. Then you slowly shift your, now fully recovered, hard-on from left to right. The man's eyes follow it with such a high level of focus, it's reminiscent of a cop performing a roadside sobriety test. You continue to speak while keeping the gesture going.

"Listen, Max. After tomorrow's ceremony, Karla becoming our wife won't be the only thing that's going to happen. I will also take on the role as BOTH of your guys' husband. I'm not gay either, but that doesn't mean I'll deny you the joy of giving me pleasure. We'll be married, after all. But for now, just like Karla's pussy, you'll have to put off playing with my cock until I claim your marriage. Although, you might get a chance for a tease later tonight."

Max looks up at you with excitement in his eyes in response. While there's clearly a contradiction in your statement, he doesn't seem to notice or care. The man simply keeps his mouth open while continuing to listen.

"I've been coming up with a game for us to play after dinner. I won't spoil anything, but you'll be very happy if you play your cards right. Anyway, that last load left me starving. Clean up your face and go check on the grill. We don't want any of the steaks burning."

Without saying another word, Max lifts himself up and turns his back to you. He quickly walks over to the counter, places the cum covered salad down, and rips a paper towel from the dispenser resting there. Then he heads for a sliding glass door that leads to the backyard's patio, wiping his face as he does so.

"Wow, Chase. That was the most intense experience of my life. You fucked my mouth so hard, my body actually shut down for a little. Looks like I'll definitely need practice handling all that youthful energy of yours."

Now it was your concentration's turn to be interrupted as words unexpectedly fill your ears. Your head snaps down and Karla enters your line of sight once more. She's back in the kneeling position, sitting on her calves. There's a ring of spit glistening around her mouth, but what really catches your attention is the pair of enormous breasts hanging from her chest.

You admire the fat set of tits for a second before a smile forms on your face. Then you proceeded to respond to the woman while letting out a small chuckle at the same time.

"Believe me, there'll be plenty of opportunities for learning how to keep up. Now, my balls are feeling tired from prepping your salad. You should show some gratitude by sucking on them while we wait for Max to finish dinner."

Karla immediately leans forward until she's on all fours while you start dragging a chair out from the dinner table. Once the seat is spun around to face outward to the room, you plop down and sit on it with your legs spread wide. You watch as the mature woman crawls towards you with a seductive grin on her face.

Her motion comes to a stop when Karla's face is an inch away from the tip of your, once again, fully erect cock. After a short pause, she lifts the solid shaft up and keeps it pushed against your stomach. Then Karla proceeds to lean forward, burying her nose and lips into your ball sack. A cooling sensation brushes your skin while a prolonged inhaling sound tells you she's taking a deep breadth through her nostrils. This lasts for a good handful of seconds before Karla pulls back and looks up at you to speak.

"Mmhh, quite a strong scent. When was your last shower, Chase? I know you just worked up a sweat, but that doesn't explain why you're this ripe. Your nutsack shouldn't be this slimy either, even if you didn't wash up after our lunch time titty fucking."

The tone of her voice reveals she's not annoyed by your current lack of hygiene. It sounds more like Karla's simply curious as to how long your crotch has went without washing to reach this level of muskiness. You flash an amused smirk while pushing the woman into your balls by the back of her head. Karla's tongue starts rubbing over your flesh as you begin to respond.

"You know what? I'm not really sure. I usually shower at night, but stuff's gotten in the way lately. Last night got skipped since I was caught up in calling your family about the wedding. I also didn't shower the night before because I stayed up too late playing video games. So I'd say it's only been around two days. I'm probably just a little extra messy down there from running around the party and playing with you."

Throughout your little monologue, Karla's started to put more energy into licking your junk as she listens. Slurping sounds fill the room every time she sucks one of your testicles into her mouth. She occasionally hums while shaking her head deeper into your sack.

The two of you spend the next minute like this without speaking. Then an idea pops into your head and the sounds of a tongue rubbing over balls are joined by your voice once again.

"Hey, Pearl! Come back to the kitchen!"

A few seconds after you called, your dear old friend approaches the kitchen. Her previously drenched leggings have appeared to dried, but have clearly left piss stains around her inner thighs. The girl's voice hits your ears before she has fully entered the room.

"I hope you're not putting me back in the trashcan. I'm still feeling kind of cramped from earlier."

Upon taking in the sight of her topless Mother nursing your ball sack, Pearl cringes and turns her face away while shielding it with both hands. Then she expresses her disgust verbally.

"Oh my God, EW! Do you really have to do that in front of me? That's so gross!"

The reaction makes you chuckle, which provides enough time for Karla to chime in before you can speak.

"Sweetie, you know how much your Father and I love Chase. If he wants Mommy to give his stinky nutsack a tongue bath, that's what she's going to do. It doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing."

Now slightly over the initial shock, Pearl lowers her hands and crosses her arm. However, she keeps her face turned away and maintains a disapproving express. Seeing she has no intention to respond, you start talking.

"That's right, Pearl. Your Mom's my fuck-pig now, like she's always wanted to be. You should be happy for her. Anyway, I called you in here to set the table. I'd have your bitch-boy Dad do it but he's still outside grilling steaks. Your piggy-whore Mom can't help either. She's busy slobbering on my slimy balls."

Pearl's head suddenly snaps in your direction. The already unpleasant expression on her face morphs into one of rage as she leans forward a little. Then she begins to talk back in an angry voice, clearly making an effort not to look down at her Mother who's returned to her task.

"Go to hell! My parents might be wrapped around your finger, but I'm not! Owning where I go doesn't make you the boss of me! You can't just tell me what to do!"

The girl's outburst prompts Karla to take a turn at having an upset reaction. The woman removes her mouth from your junk to speak for the second time. However, her tone is nowhere near as warm or calming as it was before.

"Stop right there, Pearl! You will speak to Chase with the respect he deserves. Yes, you currently can decline his requests not related to where you go. Although, he's going to be your new Father by this time tomorrow. So you really need to get comfortable seeing him as an authority figure. But for right now, I'M telling you as your Mother to go set the table. Don't let me hear anymore complaining out of you."

Pearl's only response is to grunt in frustration before stomping further into the kitchen and start her assignment. For her part, Karla once gain returns to lapping at your testicles. You spend the next few moments watching Pearl go back and forth to set the table behind you with plates, glasses, utensils, and napkins. She moves onto grabbing some soda from the fridge and two tin trays of side dishes Max prepared earlier. Finally, the girl shoots you a mean glare while carrying the bowl of salad that's heavily dressed in your cum.

Just as Pearl takes seat at the table after finishing her task, Max enters the kitchen through the sliding glass door. The panty-clad man's arms are held out, holding a platter of freshly cooked steaks.

"The steaks are ready and seasoned to perfection! Oh great, the table's already set."

Then Max walks further in the room to see what's going on. As expected, he greets the sight of his wife sucking your balls with nothing but the upmost joy.

"I'm glad to see Karla's soothing your balls, Chase. I hope her tongue feels good on them after firing off so hard."

You look up at the man while shoving his wife's face further into your sack. Then you pull her head back and remove yourself from the chair. You walk around the table until you're standing next to the sat down Pearl. Seeing how her plate is already holding a serving of macaroni and vegetables, it appears she's hoping to get dinner over with as fast as possible.

"Your wife's tongue was definitely what my nuts needed. But now it's time to focus on my stomach."

Then you grab onto an unsuspecting Pearl by the hair and push her head down to her plate. The girl's face is now smooshed directly into a mound of macaroni and cheese. Max and Karla break into a fit of laughter as you continue rubbing their daughter's face in circles. They're so loud that it almost drowns out Pearl's muffled squeals. After a few additional seconds, you release your grip on her hair and look back to the domesticated couple.

"Alright that's enough fun for now. Let's eat!"

Finally, your gaze shifts back to Pearl whose face is slathered in a thick coating of orangey-yellow cheese sauce. She's looking up at you with eyes consumed by pure rage. However, any attempt she's making to intimidate you is being shut down by the pieces of macaroni stuck to her skin.